The Distant Threshold

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Thorne. The word cut through the static of the radio, sharp and final. Elias Thorne did not look up from the map spread across his dashboard, his fingers tracing the jagged line of the northern border where the ink had begun to bleed into the paper, a faint, crystalline residue forming on the surface. He knew the voice. Major Halloway’s baritone had always carried the weight of a man who...

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