The Distant Threshold

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The solvent bit into the skin before the ink faded. Santiago Cortes scrubbed the ledger, his knuckles white, the chemical stinging the raw abrasions on his palms. Outside the window of the nail salon, the heat was a physical weight, pressing the air out of the room, while the lorry outside reversed, its beep a steady, rhythmic pulse that matched his own headache. He had three days until the...

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