The Distant Threshold

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The promotion was on the table, a matte black plaque that caught the fluorescent light in a way that made Elias Thorne’s eyes water. He stood before Director Vane, who did not look up from his desk, where a stack of rejection forms sat piled like a small, gray ziggurat. "You’re sentimental, Elias," Vane said, his voice dry as the air in the basement archives, where the humidity was always kept...

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