The Distant Threshold

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The air in the containment zone did not smell of ozone or burnt circuitry, as the manuals insisted. It smelled of wet earth and crushed ferns, a scent so thick it coated the back of Marcus Thorne’s throat with a cloying sweetness. He stood at the edge of the shimmering membrane, his tactical vest feeling absurdly heavy against the humid, breathless heat of the anomaly. The membrane was not a...

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