The Threshold of Light
For three years the pressure had been building, invisible and insidious, the way water presses against a dam without anyone on the other side noticing the strain. Edgar Moretti had learned to measure his days not by the clock on the mantelpiece—which Sir Arthur wound each morning with the same precision he applied to everything—but by the spread of the luminous network beneath his skin. He had...
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