The Distant Threshold

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The river smelled of rust and wet stone, a scent that had settled into the pores of Elias’s skin over the last decade. He stood at the edge of the pier in the industrial district of New Haven, watching the water churn against the pilings. It was late autumn, the kind of gray, heavy day where the sky seemed to press down on the soot-stained brickwork of the factories along the bank. Elias was a...

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