The Distant Threshold

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Act I Vijay Joshi stood at the crossing with his baton raised, and the humidity clung to his uniform like a wet shroud that refused to dry. He was the crossing guard everybody loved, a fact that made the denial letter in his pocket feel like a stone in a shoe. The office smelled of mildew and old paper, a scent that had seeped into the linoleum over decades of bureaucratic stagnation. He had...

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