The Distant Threshold

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The sound of the glass shattering was not a crash, but a dry, sharp tear, like a seam ripping in expensive fabric. Martin Vance stood in the center of the sterile, white-tiled interrogation room, his knuckles bruised and split, the blood from a fresh cut above his left eye mixing with the sweat on his forehead. He was a man who had spent twenty years learning the language of compliance, the...

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