The Distant Threshold

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The shard was warm, holding the heat of the steam that had just killed the silence. I held it in my left hand, the ceramic edge biting into the meat of my palm, while the right hand gripped the iron railing of the gantry. The air tasted of copper and wet wool. Below, the mill floor was a white void, the steam rising in thick, rolling banks that erased the boundary between the machine and the...

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