The Distant Threshold

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Chapter One My hands were deep in the cold room’s frost when the bell rang, marking a shift no one worked anymore. I pulled my gloves off, the rubber cracking against the skin of my palms, and wiped the condensation from my goggles. The air here tasted of iodine and old metal, a sharp bite that stuck to the back of my throat. I was looking for the archivist’s coat, the one left behind on the...

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