The Distant Threshold

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The building did not have a name, only a number painted in peeling yellow paint on the front door, a number that seemed to shift and blur when Thomas tried to focus on it, as if the digits were alive and breathing in the dry, dusty air that permeated every corridor of the institution. Thomas had been working there for twelve years, or perhaps twenty, time had become a viscous fluid that pooled...

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