The Distant Threshold
The investigation began, as all things do in the high, sterile air of the Capitol, with a discrepancy in the ledger of human frailty, a smudge of ink that refused to dry, a shadow that stretched longer than the geometry of the room allowed, and the quiet, persistent hum of a machine that should have been silent by the hour of the vespers, yet continued its rhythmic, metallic respiration in the...
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