The Distant Threshold

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We had been waiting for the inspection for three days, and the air in the basement of the municipal archive had grown so thick with the smell of mildewed cellulose and stale ozone that it felt less like an atmosphere and more like a viscous fluid in which we were slowly dissolving, our lungs expanding against a resistance that seemed to emanate not from the outside world but from the very...

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