The Distant Threshold

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The rain hit the tin roof of the bunker like gravel. It was a steady, gray drumming. Corporal Elias Thorne sat at the metal table. His hands were wrapped in a towel. The towel was soaked red. He did not look at it. He looked at the wall. The wall was concrete. It was stained with damp and old grease. Across from him sat Major Aris. Aris was a tall man. He had a face like a carved stone. He did...

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