The Distant Threshold

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The glass vial sat upon the mahogany desk, a slender, trembling line of amber liquid that seemed to pulse with a rhythm distinct from the heartbeat of Dr. Elias Thorne, who held it with fingers so pale they appeared translucent against the dark wood. It was a substance he had distilled himself, a tincture of nightshade and moonwater, a potion that promised to arrest the decay of the body but...

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