The Distant Threshold

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The rain fell on the station roof. It sounded like static. Or like breathing. Thomas stood by the window. He watched the tracks. They were empty. The lights were off. The building hummed. It was a low sound. It lived in his teeth. "Stop staring," said a voice. Thomas did not turn. "I am working." "You are wasting heat," the voice said. "The furnace is cold." Thomas looked at the clock. It...

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