The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-22 12:02:43 -

The rain did not fall. It hovered. A suspended mist, thick and gray, clinging to the windows of the station like a ghost refusing to leave. Elias sat in the corner of the waiting room, his coat buttoned to the chin. He was an immigrant, a man who had crossed oceans to find a home that felt like a prison. He had come for work, for stability, for the quiet dignity of a life that belonged to him....

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