The Distant Threshold

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The rain had been falling for three days straight, turning the cobblestones of St. Jude’s Hospital into a slick, black mirror that reflected the flickering neon of the emergency entrance. I stood under the awning, watching the water drip from the brim of my hat, my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my trench coat, feeling the cold seep through the wool. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years...

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