The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-22 18:42:14 -

The black ink did not drip from the torn sleeve of the coat; it seeped out like blood from a wound that had been reopened, spreading across the wool in a slow, viscous tide that I watched with the detached, clinical horror of a man observing his own dissolution. I sat alone in the cramped, windowless office of the Halloway Textile Inspection Bureau, the air thick with the smell of machine oil...

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