The Distant Threshold
The rain hits the windshield hard. You drive. The car is old. It rattles. The heater blows cold air. You do not care. You care about the hands. Your hands. They are on the wheel. They are steady. They have been steady for forty years. You are a professor. You teach law. You know the rules. You know the statutes. You know the precedents. But you do not know this man. You do not know why he is...
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