The Distant Threshold

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I was hauling the last crate of brine-cured olives up the seventeen of the Tannery Steps when the bell in the courtyard finally rang, a sound so dull and heavy it seemed to crack the air itself, and I dropped the crate, the salt spilling across my boots as I turned to see my father’s face reflected not in the glass of the estate window, but in the bronze of the unringed bell that hung above the...

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