The Distant Threshold

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The rain had no sound. It fell in sheets of grey silence. Dr. Elias Thorne woke. He was in the study. The room was vast. The ceiling was high. Dust motes danced in the air. They moved with purpose. They moved with intent. Elias sat up. His head was heavy. His skin was cold. He looked at his hands. They were pale. They were thin. The veins stood out. They were like roots. They were like wires....

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