The Distant Threshold

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The rain hits the glass. It is a vertical rhythm. You watch it. You have always watched it. You are in the study. The room is cold. The fireplace is dead. Ashes remain. They are gray dust. They are the end of heat. You are fifty-four. Your joints ache. The pain is a clock. It ticks in your wrists. It ticks in your spine. You are a man of the law. You wore the badge for thirty years. You are...

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