The Distant Threshold

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The train shuddered into the station, exhaling a plume of white steam that tasted of iron and old rain. Elias Thorne stepped onto the platform, his boots striking the wet cobblestones with a rhythm that matched the thumping of his heart. He did not look up. He looked at his hands. They were trembling. Not from the cold, though the November air bit through his wool coat like a needle. They...

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