The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall; it hammered. It beat against the roof of the suburban house in a rhythm that sounded less like weather and more like a warning, a dull, persistent thud that vibrated in the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones. He stood in the center of the living room, his shoulders hunched, his hands balled into fists at his sides. The air smelled of wet wool and old dust, of the decay that...

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