The Distant Threshold

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The ink was fading. This was the first thing Elias noticed, and the last thing he allowed himself to fear. It began at the edges of the ledger, where the numbers for the municipal waterworks bled into the paper like bruises. Then it crept inward. By mid-morning, the columns of expenditures were smudged gray ghosts. By noon, they were gone. Elias sat in his cubicle, a small box of particleboard...

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