The Distant Threshold

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The rain does not fall; it is driven into the earth by the wind, a horizontal spear that blurs the line between the ridge and the sky. You stand in the mud of the Appalachian hollow, your boots sinking with a wet, sucking sound that echoes in your own skull. The red clay coats your shins, a thick, caked layer that feels less like soil and more like dried blood, heavy and cooling against your...

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