The Distant Threshold

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The rain lashed against the high, frosted windows of the precinct, a rhythmic drumming that seemed to synchronize with the thudding of Elias Thorne’s heart. He stood in the center of the interrogation room, the fluorescent lights humming a low, sickening note above him, casting a pallid glow over the scarred metal table. He was not a detective. He was a suspect. Or perhaps, in the twisted logic...

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