The Distant Threshold

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted duck and floor wax. Marta stood by the window. She held the silver tray. It was empty. The silver was cold. Her hands shook. Not much. Just a tremor. A small, persistent vibration. Like a wire in the wind. The room was full. The board members sat at long tables. They wore dark suits. They ate. They spoke. Their voices were low. Pleasant. A hum of...

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