The Distant Threshold
Chapter One Lester Dobbs remembered the cold in the wind-turbine nacelle, a damp chill that seeped through his boots and settled in his joints, long after he had left the station for the inland mudflats. He stood now at the threshold of the desalination plant, holding the worn iron key to the main gate, the metal cold and rough against his palm, a weight he had carried for thirty years since...
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