The Distant Threshold

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Yonas Abdi’s hands were black ash by noon, a fact that surprised no one in the village except him. The damp from the highlands had long since rotted the plaster in the telegraph office, but today the rot lived in his skin, gritty and dry under the fingernails. He remembered the auctioneer’s gavel, the sharp crack of it closing lots for a league that had folded years ago, the sound still ringing...

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