The Distant Threshold

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The coat hangs in the hall. It is wool, heavy and dark, smelling of rain and old smoke. You look at it. You have looked at it for three days. It belongs to you. Or rather, it belonged to you, before the incident at the docks. Before the shouting. Before the silence that followed. The city is gray today. The light filters through the clouds like milk through a sieve. It touches the pavement and...

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