The Distant Threshold

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The glass is in your hands. It is a thick, industrial pane, the kind used for the windows of the old textile mills in Lowell. The edges are raw. They catch the light from the single, buzzing fluorescent tube above. You hold it up to the eye of the man in the grey suit. He does not look at the glass. He looks at your hands. Specifically, he looks at the blood. It is red. It is warm. It is not...

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