The Distant Threshold

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The telegraph exchange in Tunis hummed with the static of a thousand unsent prayers, the air thick with the ozone scent of clicking keys and the damp chill of the salt mines below. I stood at the counter, my uniform stiff with brine, watching the inspector’s shadow stretch across the floorboards as he read the morning’s dispatch. The year was 1943, and the war was a distant thunder, but here,...

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