The Distant Threshold

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The rain in the city did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the wool of his coat and settled into the porous skin of his face, making the world feel less like a place he inhabited and more like a substance he was slowly dissolving into, a slow, wet suffocation that mirrored the heavy, leaden weight of the guilt pressing against his ribs, a weight he had carried...

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