The Distant Threshold

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1924. November 14th. The solstice is coming, and with it, the final audit of our souls, or so the Factory prefers to call it. I am twenty-two years old, a junior clerk in the Department of Temporal Alignment, and I want my permanent position. I have served four years, four years of ink-stained fingers and bowed heads, waiting for the day when Mr. Hale would look at me and see not just a boy,...

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