The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it besieged the precinct, a grey, relentless curtain that turned the streets into rivers of mud and reflection, while inside, the air was thick with the scent of stale coffee, wet wool, and the metallic tang of fear that clung to the walls like a second skin. Detective Elias Thorne sat in the center of the room, his hands resting on the cold steel of the table,...

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