The Distant Threshold
"Do you hear that?" Elias asked, his voice a low rasp that cut through the sterile hum of the air conditioning. He did not look up from the file spread before him, but his hand, pale and trembling against the cold steel of the desk, stopped its rhythmic tapping. The sound was not there, not in the physical sense, but it was everywhere else. It was in the way the light filtered through the high,...
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