The Distant Threshold

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The rain hits the pavement in short, sharp bursts. You watch it from the window of the precinct office. It is late. The fluorescent light buzzes above you. It is a low, sickly sound. You have been here for three hours. The file on your desk is thick. It smells of old paper and stale coffee. You are Detective Elias Thorne. You have worn the badge for twenty years. Your hands are rough. They are...

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