The Distant Threshold

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The glass cracks. You hear it before you see it. A sharp, high-pitched tear in the air. The mirror in the bathroom shatters. Not into pieces, but into dust. Fine white powder falls from the frame. It drifts down like snow. It lands on your face. It lands on your uniform. You are Major Elias Thorne. You are forty-five years old. Your hair is gray at the temples. Your hands are steady. They are...

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