The Distant Threshold

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The rain hits the slate roof like a drumroll for a funeral no one has announced yet. You stand by the window. The glass is cold against your forehead. You are a Sergeant. You have worn the uniform for twenty years. It fits you like a second skin, tight and unyielding. Outside, the industrial haze of the valley rolls in, gray and thick. It smells of coal and wet iron. Inside, the house is...

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