The Distant Threshold
Act I "Notice of Compulsory Retirement. Effective June 1st. Faye Hoyt." The paper smelled of damp ink and the stagnant air of the pawnbroker’s runner’s office, a place that reeked of old wool and the metallic tang of fear. I held the notice in my hand, the paper trembling not from the January thaw outside but from the sudden, bitter scent of almonds that had been haunting my nose for three...
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