The Distant Threshold

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The soup was hot. It burned the roof of his mouth. Arthur chewed. The beef was tough. He tore it with his teeth. Blood trickled down his chin. He wiped it with a napkin. The napkin was white. It turned red. He lived in a house by the coast. The wind screamed. The windows rattled. He was a detective. Or so they said. He wore a uniform. The fabric itched. It smelled of sweat and rust. He looked...

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