The Distant Threshold

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The clock above the ledger desk struck four. The sound was a dull thud. I sat in my chair. The leather creaked. It was a low, dry sound. Like bone. I looked at the paper. The ink was wet. It glistened under the gaslight. I had written a name. I had written a date. I had written a sum. The numbers were wrong. They were always wrong. But I fixed them. I smoothed the page. I folded it. I put it in...

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