The Distant Threshold

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The banquet hall of the Bureau for Anomalous Phenomena smelled of stale lavender and the metallic tang of fear. It was a long, oak-paneled room in a building that looked like a library but felt like a mausoleum, where the air was always too still, as if the very oxygen had been paused in mid-breath. At the head of the table sat Director Elias Thorne, a man whose face was a map of deep,...

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