The Distant Threshold
The rain had turned the gravel road into a slick, brown mirror, reflecting the grey belly of the sky as if the earth were bruised. Elias drove the rusted sedan with a grip on the steering wheel that whitened his knuckles, his eyes fixed not on the road ahead but on the back of his own hand, resting on the center console. It was a hand that had seen things others had never seen, a vessel for a...
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