The Distant Threshold

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The taste of copper floods your mouth before the light hits your eyes. It is a thick, metallic tang, like biting into a penny. You are on your knees. The floor is cold linoleum, stained with the dark, dried residue of what used to be coffee. Now it is something else. Something red and hot. You look up. Officer Miller stands over you. His face is a mask of bureaucratic calm, the kind of...

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