The Distant Threshold

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The ferns were dying. Not withering. Not browning. Dying. The fronds curled inward like fists, blackening at the tips. Inspector Elias Thorne held the specimen in his gloved hands, turning it over under the harsh fluorescent light of the station’s evidence room. It was a Boston Fern, *Nephrolepis exaltata*. Common. Cheap. The kind bought in plastic pots from the hardware store on Main Street....

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