The Distant Threshold

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The ink was wet. It glistened under the harsh fluorescent hum of the interrogation room, a black vein pulsing on the white page. Arthur stared at it. The word was simple. *Guilty.* He had not written it. Or rather, his hand had, but the mind behind the hand was elsewhere. Or gone. The air in the room tasted of stale coffee and ozone. Across the table, Detective Miller watched. Miller’s eyes...

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