The Distant Threshold

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The bullet had not touched the suspect, but the recoil had shattered the glass of my father’s watch. It sat in my breast pocket, a cold, jagged thing against my ribs, ticking with a rhythm that felt less like time and more like a wound. I was Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a detective who had just failed to kill a man who should have been dead. The precinct was silent, a vacuum of...

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