The Distant Threshold
"You will not survive the tenure review, Elias." The words hung in the air, heavy as wet wool. Professor Aldous Thorne did not look up from his desk. The leather chair creaked under his weight. Outside, the rain lashed the windows of the university library. The city beyond was a smear of gray light. Elias stood. He held a file. It was thin. It was empty. "Is that your final assessment?" Elias...
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