The Distant Threshold
The rain in the valley did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the line between the road and the sky. Elias drove with the windows down, letting the dampness soak into his wool coat, a cold that seeped past the fabric and settled in the marrow. He was a man of routine, of spreadsheets and quarterly reports, a senior analyst at a logistics firm in Boston whose life...
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