The Distant Threshold

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, technical rhythm against the corrugated roof of the shed, a steady metronome counting down the seconds until the shift change. Elias stood by the door, his boots caked in mud that had dried into a hard, gray shell, listening to the water. He was nineteen, lean and quiet, with eyes that seemed to look through people rather than at...

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