The Threshold of Marcus Vane
Los Angeles, 1987. The city was a gradient, not a binary. There was no line that separated the good from the bad, the honest from the dishonest, the person who turned down a bribe from the person who took it. There was only a threshold, and crossing it was not an event but a process, a slow sliding across a boundary that you didn't notice you were crossing because each step was small and...
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