The Distant Threshold

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The tremor did not shake the cabin, but it shattered the silence with a sound like a bone snapping under a boot. I was awake, as I always was in the hours before dawn, sitting on the edge of the cot with the ceramic bowl in my hands. It was my mother’s vessel, glazed in a deep, glacial blue that had survived the move from Ohio to this hollow in the Appalachians. The crack ran from the rim to...

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