The Distant Threshold

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The salt pans of the Pontine Marshes had been worked to mirror since the time of the Caesars, and in the damp chill of this early morning, the air hung heavy with the smell of brine and rotting kelp. Antonio Barone walked the muddy track toward the administrative building, his boots sinking into the sludge that clung to the ankles of every clerk who dared to work outside the office hours. He...

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