The Distant Threshold

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The ledger was blank. The ink, however, was wet. It glistened in the dim, amber light of the East Wing, a slick, black pool that defied the dryness of the paper. You held it up, your fingers trembling not from cold, but from the dry, gritty ache in your lungs. The dust of the Ministry, the fine, industrial particulate that had settled into your alveoli over twenty years of service, was...

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