The Distant Threshold

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The letter lay on the desk, its edges softening from years of being handled by fingers that were no longer steady, a slip of heavy cream stock that smelled faintly of dust and old varnish. It was a formal notice from the Ministry of Internal Records, dated three days prior, informing Arthur Penhaligon that his mandatory retirement date had arrived, a bureaucratic end to thirty-four years of...

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