The Distant Threshold

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The iron gate groaned open, a sound like a dying animal, and you stepped onto the blacktop of the precinct, your boots clicking a steady, hollow rhythm against the wet asphalt. The rain had stopped, leaving the air thick and heavy with the smell of ozone and rotting leaves, and you could feel the weight of your badge pulling at your chest, a cold anchor in the tumult of your thoughts. You had...

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