The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-20 06:11:28 -

The rain fell in sheets against the windowpane, blurring the world outside into a smear of grey and green. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, the wood scarred by decades of use, and watched the droplets race each other down the glass. He was a man of few words, but his hands spoke of precision, of the careful assembly of clockwork and compasses. Yet today, his hands were steady only because he was...

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