The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall; it hovered. A fine, static mist clung to the air inside the decommissioned server farm, tasting of ozone and wet concrete. Elias stood by the central aisle, his back to the humming racks. He was a tall man, gaunt, with the kind of stillness that usually preceded a collapse. He wore the uniform of the Bureau. It was a dark, heavy wool blend, tailored to hide the curvature...

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