The Distant Threshold

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The frost on the glass had turned to ice. It was a thick, opaque layer. I pressed my thumb against it. The cold bit into my skin. I did not pull away. My name is Elias Thorne. I work in the Archives of the Ministry. My job is to organize the records of the past. I am a clerk. A small gear in a large machine. The machine hums. It vibrates through the floor. I feel it in my teeth. I have a wife....

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