The Distant Threshold
The porcelain cup shattered on the flagstones of the kitchen garden, a sound like a small bone breaking in the cold air. Elias stood by the open back door, his hands still trembling, holding nothing but the weight of the silence that followed the noise. He had been trying to pour the tea for his mother, a ritual they had performed in the grey light of the factory district for thirty years, yet...
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