The Distant Threshold

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Chapter One The light in the Ferrante estate was the color of bruised plums, a heavy, industrial haze that settled over the terraces of the generation ship, where the air recycled through lungs that had forgotten the taste of rain. I stood amidst the opulent wreckage of the final gala, my hands trembling not from the cold, but from the sheer weight of the silence that had swallowed the laughter...

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