The Cold Geometry of Redirection and the Weight of an Unyielding Threshold
CHAPTER 1: THE FAULT LINE The metal rollers under the grey plastic bins didn’t roll smoothly; they caught on grease and lint, sending a rhythmic, metallic chatter upward into the low acoustic tiles of the ceiling. Staff Sergeant Garrett Vance watched a stray plastic coin tray slide down the track toward his thumb. The air…