The Distant Threshold

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The bone breaks. You feel it. A sharp, white crack under the skin of your left hand. You are running. The forest is thick. The air tastes of iron and rot. You do not look back. You cannot stop. Your father’s voice is a whip. It lashes at your heels. Run, he says. Run until the pain stops. Run until you are nothing. You are not a soldier. You are a refugee. The war is far away, but it is in your...

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