The Distant Threshold

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The orchard was dying, or so the committee insisted. It was a matter of record, of ink on white paper, of the cold, sterile light of the conference room that smelled of floor wax and despair. Elias Thorne sat in the middle of the long table, his hands folded tightly in his lap, feeling the heat of the radiator against his shins. He was a man of modest height and considerable silence, a man...

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