The Distant Threshold

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Act I The heat in the Alentejo did not break; it only thickened, pressing against the skin like a wet wool blanket until the night vanished entirely and the air turned to a solid, shimmering wall. I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth and the distinct, terrifying certainty that my left hand was no longer flesh but a block of cold granite. It was the third time this week, and each time the...

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