The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-18 11:32:09 -

The air in the sub-basement of the precinct always tasted of copper and damp concrete, a metallic tang that clung to the back of my throat no matter how many times I rinsed it out. I sat in the corner of the interrogation room, not behind the table, but slumped against the cold cinder block wall, my eyes fixed on the single, persistent fly trapped in the corner of the window pane. It was a...

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