The Distant Threshold
The chandelier in the dining room of the Whitmore estate was a sprawling, crystalline web of light, casting a thousand fractured reflections across the polished mahogany table where twelve guests sat in a state of performative ease, their laughter rising and falling like the tide against a distant shore, a rhythmic, hollow sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Detective Elias Thorne’s...
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