The Distant Threshold

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You stand in the corridor. The floor is waxed to a mirror shine. It reflects your shoes. They are scuffed. They are old. "Mr. Hale," the voice says. It comes from the office door. "Come in." You do not move. Your hands are at your sides. Your fingers are stiff. You look at the floor. You look at the stain. A dark spot. Like a tear in the fabric. "You are late," the voice says. "Again." "I was...

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