The Distant Threshold

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The document lay on the desk, a single sheet of heavy cream paper with the seal of the Ministry of Archives stamped in faded red wax. I signed it, the ink wet and black, and set it aside to make my tea. The kettle was hissing, a thin, high-pitched whine that seemed to vibrate in the bones of my teeth, a sound that had been growing louder in my dreams for weeks. In the dream, I am always...

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