The Distant Threshold

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He woke with the taste of iron and dust on his tongue, a metallic tang that clung to the roof of his mouth like a bad memory refusing to dissolve, and for a brief, disorienting second he was not in the sterile, fluorescent-lit holding room of the regional branch office but back in the dusty, sun-bleached workshop of his father, surrounded by the smell of ozone and solder, holding the small,...

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