The Distant Threshold
The dream began not with the waking world’s grey light but with the hum of a glass bell, a sound so pure and high-pitched that it seemed to vibrate directly in the marrow of Captain Elias Thorne’s bones, a resonance that had no source in the physical room where he lay suspended between consciousness and the cold, sterile air of the Bureau of Anomalous Phenomena. In the dream, he held the bell,...
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