The Distant Threshold

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The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it settled, a grey mist that clung to the wool of my coat and the glass of the precinct windows. I stood before Captain Vane’s desk, the air thick with the smell of stale coffee and the metallic tang of my own humiliation. Three weeks ago, the department had stripped me of the Miller case, citing negligence, a bureaucratic term that tasted like ash...

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