The Distant Threshold

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He woke with the taste of iron in his mouth. The air was thick. It tasted of ozone and wet stone. Silas Kade sat up. His breath came in short, sharp bursts. The room was vast. It was a hall of black marble. The ceiling was lost in shadow. He was in the Office of Reclamation. He knew this. He had dreamed it a thousand times. The floor was cold. It bit through his thin boots. Silas stood. He...

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