The Distant Threshold

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The rain hits the windows of the station like a handful of gravel. You sit in the corner booth, the leather cracked and peeling, watching the droplets race each other down the glass. You are not supposed to be here. You are supposed to be home, in the quiet of your study, cataloging the debris of the war that ended three years ago. But the letter from Thomas came. It was short. He was missing....

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