The Distant Threshold

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We stood in the center of the rotunda, the air thick with the scent of old money and dust, while I tried to remember if I had locked the door behind me, though I knew I hadn't, because there was no door, only a wall of glass that separated the mundane world of the street from the gilded cage of the gallery, and I was looking at a painting that I had spent three years trying to find, a canvas...

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