The Distant Threshold

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The room was white. It was a white so absolute it seemed to hum against the eardrums, a sterile vibration that had no source. Elias stood in the center of the tile floor. He was twelve years old, or perhaps older. Time had become a fluid thing in the Hall of Corrections. It did not flow. It pooled. He looked down at his hands. They were trembling. The skin was translucent, revealing the dark,...

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