The Distant Threshold

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The rain against the window of my office at the St. Jude’s Care Home was not a sound but a texture, a heavy, gray velvet draped over the glass that muffled the world outside. I sat in the corner, the leather of the chair cracked and worn, smelling of old tobacco and lavender detergent, while the building hummed its low, subterranean thrum. I was a mid-level administrative clerk, a man whose...

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