The Distant Threshold

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The dream was not of sleep, but of a vacuum, a sterile white silence that hummed with the frequency of high-voltage tension. In that void, Elias Thorne stood before the Mirror of State, a vast, unbroken sheet of glass that reflected not his face, but the intricate, jagged architecture of his own ruin. He was a man of precise measurements, a tailor whose needle had stitched the linings of...

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