The Distant Threshold

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I The wood was warm under his palm, a temperature that had nothing to do with the damp chill of the canal water outside. Vincenzo Orsini stood in the central atrium of the Ministry, his body no longer quite his own but a composite of green timber and paper, his eyes closed in a state of tragic, beautiful stasis. He had not died. He had become the threshold itself, a permanent, silent witness to...

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