The Distant Threshold

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The rain fell in sheets, gray and relentless, blurring the edge of the city into a smear of wet concrete and neon. I walked. My shoes were heavy, soaked through, each step a small, wet thud against the pavement. I was looking for the coat. It was a blue wool coat. Thick. Heavy. It had smelled of lavender and old paper. It had smelled like my father. I had been a detective for ten years. I knew...

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