The Distant Threshold

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The Iron Gate did not look like a door, nor a wall, but a seam in the earth where the air itself seemed to thin. Elias Thorne stood before it, his hand resting on the cold iron, feeling the low-frequency hum that had become the second rhythm of his life. He was fifty-four, a border warden for thirty years, and his heart beat in a sickening syncopation with the gate’s vibration, a mechanical...

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