The Distant Threshold

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The air in the sub-basement of the textile mill tasted of wet wool and rust, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat with every breath. It was a space designed for function, not for people, a concrete box suspended between the heavy loom-halls above and the cold, dark earth below. Here, the silence was not an absence of sound but a presence, a thick, viscous thing that...

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