The Distant Threshold

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The rain fell in sheets against the stained glass of the High Court, blurring the faces of the judges into a smear of oxblood and amber. Elias Thorne stood at the defense table, his hands clasped so tightly his knuckles turned the color of old bone. He wore his doctoral robes, the heavy wool soaking up the dampness of the air. The fabric was thick, a deep charcoal grey that seemed to absorb the...

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