The Distant Threshold

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The silver watch sat in my palm, its face cracked, its hands frozen at the moment my brother stopped breathing. I packed it into the bottom of my duffel bag, beneath the spare socks and the canteen, feeling the cold metal press against the fabric like a bruise. Outside, the rain lashed against the window of my apartment, blurring the city lights into streaks of gray and yellow. I was...

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