The Distant Threshold

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The coffee was cold. It sat in a ceramic mug, a dark pool reflecting the fluorescent hum of the station. Jack stared at it. He did not drink. He held the mug with both hands, feeling the residual heat seep into his palms. It was the only warmth in the room. The air conditioning hummed a low, steady note. A drone. It vibrated in his teeth. Across the desk, the file lay open. It was thin. Too...

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