The Distant Threshold

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The count was simple. Twenty-two years. That was the length of my service, measured in badge numbers and pension points. I sat in my desk at the City Hall precinct, the fluorescent lights humming their flat, white note above me. On the surface of my desk, in the corner where I kept my coffee mug, a patch of moss had begun to grow. It was not the green, damp kind you find in a garden. This was...

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