The Distant Threshold

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The rain against the floor-to-ceiling glass of the executive suite did not fall; it seemed to climb, a slow, viscous tide of grey that threatened to breach the sanctuary of Margaret’s solitude. She stood before the mirror, a figure carved from cold steel and silence, her reflection staring back with an intensity that felt less like recognition and more like accusation. The room was vast, a...

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