The Distant Threshold

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The coffee in the mug was cold, a dark, stagnant pool that reflected the flickering fluorescent light above with a dull, oily sheen, and Margaret Holloway sat before it, her fingers wrapped around the ceramic handle as if it were the only solid thing in a room that felt increasingly like a dream where the walls had been removed and replaced with a sheer, permeable membrane of static. The file...

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