The Distant Threshold

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The coat is already in the bin. You watch the plastic bag bulge, a grey, heaving lung of wool and lining, and you wonder if the wind will tear it open before the truck comes. It is a cold morning in the correctional facility, the kind of cold that settles in the marrow and refuses to leave, a physical weight that makes the breath come out in short, sharp bursts. The air smells of wet concrete...

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