The Distant Threshold

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The rain fell in long, grey sheets over the industrial park. It drummed against the corrugated tin of the warehouse roof. Elias Vane stood in the loading bay. He held a small glass jar. Inside, a monarch butterfly flapped its orange wings. The wings were torn. They were still. Elias watched them. He did not blink. The air smelled of wet concrete and diesel. The warehouse was cold. Elias’s...

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