The Distant Threshold

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The first pill dissolved on Margaret’s tongue with the taste of iron and burnt sugar, a metallic tang that coated her throat before she could swallow. It was not a pill at all, but a fragment of a shattered mirror, sharp-edged and cold, yet it yielded to her saliva with the softness of a confection. She stood in the center of the rain-slicked intersection of Fifth and Main, the traffic lights...

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