The Distant Threshold

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The laser line cut a red scar across the basement wall, and the stone began to weep. Mara wiped the rust from her cheek with a sleeve that was already damp. She checked the level. The plumb line was perfect. The foundation was not. "Readout is clean," she said into her radio. "Elias, do you copy? The load-bearing capacity is fine." Static crackled. Then Elias’s voice, smooth as polished...

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