The Distant Threshold

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The rain fell on the city like a shroud. It was cold. It was wet. It did not care. Marcus stood at the window. He looked out. The glass was fogged. His breath made a ghost. The ghost faded. Marcus watched it go. He was a man of questions. Or he had been. Now he was a man of hands. His hands shook. They shook for days. Then they stopped. Now they were still. Still was better. Still was safe. The...

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