The Distant Threshold

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The boiler room smelled of rust and wet wool. Elias Thorne stood before the massive iron beast, his hands trembling not from the cold, but from the vibration that traveled up through the soles of his boots. The steam pipes hissed a low, continuous moan, a sound that had become the background music of his life for twenty years. He was the chief inspector of the Meridian Textile Mill. His job was...

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