The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a gray, relentless curtain that blurred the edges of the capital until the city looked like a watercolor left out in a storm. Elias Thorne stood on the balcony of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, watching the wet cobblestones below, holding a brass compass in his left hand. The metal was cold, biting into his palm, and the needle inside spun with a...

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