The Distant Threshold

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The factory whistle blew at six, slicing the warm night air into ribbons that hung still above the rusted gantries. The town of Millhaven was waking up, a sprawl of brick and steam where the rice paddies of the valley stepped up toward the hills like an argument no one wanted to finish. I was sitting in the staff canteen, the linoleum sticky under my shoes, watching the light from the broken...

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