The Distant Threshold

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The bell in the tower of St. Jude’s did not ring for the dead. It rang for the living who had forgotten how to breathe. You remember the smell of the stone, cold and damp, like the inside of a riverbed. You are seven years old, though the years feel like a single, stretched-out breath. The air in the cellar is thick with the scent of rotting apples and the sharp, metallic tang of blood. This is...

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