The Distant Threshold

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The first thing I saw was the bird. It hung in the air, suspended in the sterile gray light of the atrium, its wings spread wide as if it were still trying to fly. The vulture was dead, of course. We all knew it was dead. The stillness of it was the only thing that moved. It hung from a thin wire, a macabre decoration for our new corporate culture of transparency, or perhaps it was just a...

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