The Distant Threshold
Chapter One The village churned with the diesel stench of thawing earth, a thick, greasy fog that clung to the hobo jungle and the rails that cut through the town like a scar. It was the kind of morning where the ice cream van played its tinny tune in February, a sound that felt obscene against the gray, wet stone of the municipal library. I sat in the shattered atrium, my hands raw from the...
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