The Distant Threshold

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"You are late," the voice said. It did not come from the door. It came from the wallpaper. I stood in the hallway, my tie loosened, my breath ragged. The office below was silent. It was always silent after five. But today, the silence had teeth. I checked my watch. The hands were spinning backward. "I was stuck in traffic," I said to the air. "Traffic," the voice mocked. It sounded like my...

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