The Distant Threshold

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The rain had been falling for six hours, a steady, gray sheet that turned the windows of the Bureau of Anomalous Claims into blurring mirrors, and Elias Thorne sat in his office, the only light coming from the desk lamp that hummed with a frequency just below hearing, watching the silver cufflinks in his palm vibrate against his skin. The vibration was a low, persistent thrum, a mechanical...

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