The Distant Threshold

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The dream was always the same, a precise and mechanical repetition of flesh and failure: Elias Thorne stood in the sterile white void of the surgical theater, his own right hand detached at the wrist, floating before him like a severed puppet limb, reaching with agonizing slowness for a brass key that hung just out of reach, the skin of the hand peeling away to reveal the raw, wet architecture...

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