The Distant Threshold

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The rain fell in cold, silver sheets over the manicured lawns of Ashworth Hall, turning the gravel paths into slurry and the air into a thick, wet fog that smelled of wet earth and decay. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the perimeter, his service dog, a massive German Shepherd named Brutus, whining low in his throat as it sniffed the base of an ancient oak tree. Thorne’s hands trembled, not from...

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