The Distant Threshold

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In the dream that Elias Thorne had not known he was having until the alarm clock’s digital hum severed the veil between sleeping and waking, the city of London was not made of brick and concrete but of a dense, breathing fog that tasted of copper and old rain. He stood in the middle of the Strand, where the pavement had turned to a soft, spongy moss, and the air was thick with the spectral...

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