The Distant Threshold

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The basement smelled of dust and old fear. I sat alone, the single sheet of paper trembling in my hands. It was the last page of the 1998 ledger. For six months, I had carried the weight of a crime I did not commit. The institution had labeled me a suspect. They said I stole the records. I knew they were wrong. I only wanted to prove it was a clerical error. The paper felt heavy. It felt like...

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