The Distant Threshold

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Act I "Put the seal on it, Ramon. The ink is drying." The voice of the foreman, a man named Mateo whose hands were permanently stained with the soot of the kilns, echoed in the cramped office of the mill. Ramon Zuniga stared at the grain jar, its clay surface cold under his fingertips, the wax seal unbroken and waiting. He was thirty years old, a man who had spent the last decade moving bodies...

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