The Distant Threshold

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the streets of Boston into a slick, reflective mirror of the city’s bruised skyline, and you sat in the corner booth of a diner on Beacon Hill, watching the condensation run down the windowpane like tears on a glass face, your fingers wrapped around a mug of coffee that had gone cold an hour ago, the ceramic handle...

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