The Distant Threshold

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The ink was still wet. You felt the dampness on your finger. A cold smear. You looked up. The room was gray. The walls were bare. The clock ticked. It was a heavy sound. A wooden heartbeat. You sat in the chair. The leather creaked under your weight. You were tired. Your eyes burned. You had been reading for hours. The case file was thick. It smelled of dust and old paper. You had to finish...

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