The Distant Threshold
Chapter One "You are looking at the soil like it owes you money," the district director said, his voice cracking over the hum of the jukebox in the corner of the flat, a low, grinding sound that vibrated in the teeth. "I am looking at the data, sir," I replied, keeping my eyes on the ceremonial rooster in the courtyard, its feathers turning to black ash as it strutted, a local omen of betrayal...
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