The Distant Threshold

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The tablet sat on the desk, a square of dried mud that smelled of wet earth and old blood. I adjusted my spectacles, the lenses fogging slightly in the damp air of the study, and leaned in. My hands trembled, a fine vibration that had nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with the biopsy results I had received that morning. The doctor’s words still echoed in the hollow of my skull....

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