The Distant Threshold

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The silk was coming apart in Elias Thorne’s fingers, not rotting, but dissolving into a fine, grey powder that slipped through the gaps in his knuckles with the slow, inevitable patience of sand through an hourglass. He held the glove up to the single bare bulb hanging above his workbench, the light catching the fraying threads as they detached from the leather palm, drifting down to the...

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