The Distant Threshold

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The file was red. It sat on the mahogany desk, a small, bleeding square in the center of the grey carpet. Arthur did not look at it. He looked at the window. Rain streaked the glass, vertical lines of silver in the dark. The office was cold. The heating system groaned. A low, mechanical whine. Like a dog in pain. "Sit down, Arthur." The voice came from the shadow. Mr. Vance. The Director. He...

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