The Distant Threshold

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The office was cold. It was always cold. Julian sat in the high-backed chair. The leather was cracked. It smelled of old paper and dust. He looked at the window. The city lights blurred. Rain hit the glass. Tap. Tap. Tap. He was a professor of history. He taught the court of Henry VIII. He spoke of power. He spoke of fear. He knew the words. He did not feel them. His phone buzzed. A text from...

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