The Distant Threshold

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The apothecary’s bell did not ring so much as shudder, a violent, metallic spasm that tore through the humid, tobacco-stained air of the basement clinic and announced, with the cold precision of a guillotine blade, that the machinery of the state had finally come to collect its due from the flesh. Elias Thorne stood before the counter, his hands clasped behind his back in a posture of rigid,...

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