The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-22 19:47:08 -

The funeral cortege took forty minutes to cross the square, a slow procession of black cars and weeping relatives that blocked the main road and forced the baker to throw his flour sacks into the alley to keep the dust down. I stood at the rear of the line, counting the steps, keeping my face neutral while the cold November air bit at my ears, watching the hearse pull up to the church door with...

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