The Distant Threshold

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The siren did not wail. It hummed. A low, metallic thrum that vibrated in the teeth and settled deep in the marrow of the bone. Lieutenant Elias Thorne stood on the catwalk of the *Ironclad*, a dreadnought of the new era, where the hull was not steel but a composite of glass and bone-like polymer. Below, the sea was black and still, reflecting the pale, sickly light of the twin moons. The air...

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