The Distant Threshold

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The oyster warden’s hands were slick with brine and the sweat of the midday heat as he scrubbed the shell from the riverbed, his back aching with the familiar, dull throb of a man who had spent thirty-two years bending over the same grey water. Niran Phanurat did not look up when the shadow detached itself from the heat shimmer on the road, a cold smear of black that moved with the precise,...

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