The Distant Threshold
The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a persistent, gray membrane stretched tight against the windshield of the police cruiser, blurring the world beyond into a watercolor smear of mud and iron. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat in the driver’s seat, his hands resting on the wheel with the heavy, stillness of a man who had already finished his shift in his heart, even if his badge still hung...
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