The Distant Threshold

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The shift change at the Ironworks rendered the air heavy with rust and ozone, a static charge that made the hair on Walter Muncy’s arms stand on end. Three hundred men and women moved through the main gate, their boots striking the cracked asphalt in a rhythm that sounded like a slow, dying heartbeat. Walter stood by the turnstile, his badge heavy in his pocket, counting the hours until his...

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