The Distant Threshold

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Chapter One Isandro Solórzano was forty-two, and he had not slept in three days because the clock in the corner of the bedroom was eating the wallpaper. It started at the edges, where the plaster met the baseboard, turning the floral print into a fine, gray powder that drifted down like snow. He watched the dust settle on the floorboards, a thick, silent layer that smelled of diesel and wet...

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