The Distant Threshold
The house stood at the edge of the property line. It was a structure of glass and steel, cold and angular. Inside, the air was sterile. It smelled of ozone and floor wax. Captain Elias Thorne walked the perimeter. He moved with the precision of a man who had spent thirty years in uniform. His boots made no sound on the polished concrete. He checked the sensors. They were green. All systems...
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