The Distant Threshold

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The rain fell in silver needles against the glass of the train window. Professor Elias Thorne watched the blur of the English countryside streak past. He held a small, cold stone in his palm. It was obsidian. Smooth. Dark as a pupil. He squeezed it until the skin blanched. The vibration of the tracks hummed in his bones. A low, persistent thrum. Like a heartbeat. Or a warning. He was returning...

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