The Distant Threshold

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The lake in the dream was not water but a sheet of hammered tin, cold and unyielding, and Elias Thorne stood on its surface wearing a suit that felt too heavy for the air, watching the ice crack in a slow, rhythmic pulse that matched his own terrified heartbeat until the dream dissolved into the gray, fluorescent hum of his apartment, leaving him gasping for air that tasted of stale coffee and...

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