The Distant Threshold

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The rain hammered against the corrugated tin roof of the community center, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that seemed to vibrate through the soles of the worn leather boots and up into the knees of the man standing by the door, a sound that was less noise and more a physical weight pressing down on the air, thick and saturated with the smell of wet wool and stale coffee, while outside the gray...

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