The Distant Threshold

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Chapter One In the Alfama district, the air held its breath until the tide turned. Filomena Duarte woke with the taste of copper in her mouth, the weight of the soot still heavy on her eyelids. She was thirty-two, a weaver of the old cloth, and her lungs felt like wet sand in a bottle. Outside, the storm had taken the power, leaving the mine office and the shared boat in a dark, physical...

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