The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a persistent, gray mist that clung to the cobblestones of the square where the clock tower stood silent, its face obscured by a shroud of fog that seemed to breathe in and out with the rhythm of the city’s sleeping lungs. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the pavement, his uniform immaculate despite the dampness, the brass buttons of his tunic...

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