The Distant Threshold

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Act I Manette Soileau wiped the grit from her palms against her apron, the clay jar humming against her ribs like a trapped wasp. She stood at the gate of the probate estate, the dust of the Black Belt settling into the creases of her skin, while the smoke from the distant mill hung low and thick, trapping the heat in a yellow bruise overhead. The jar was warm, vibrating with a frequency that...

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