The Distant Threshold

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The clay bird in Elias’s pocket vibrated against his hip bone, a low thrum that felt less like sound and more like a bruise forming under the skin. He set it on the desk, the ceramic cracked down the center, and watched the dust motes dance in the shaft of afternoon light. It was a Tuesday, the last day of his sabbatical, and the silence of the office was heavy with the weight of things unsaid....

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