The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray static that blurred the edges of the world against the glass of the window. Inside the small, climate-controlled office on the fourth floor of the municipal archives, the air was dry and smelled of decaying paper and ozone. Elias Thorne sat behind his desk, his fingers resting lightly on the surface of the oak, which was cold...

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