The Distant Threshold

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Elias Thorne. The name was not spoken by a voice but by the wind that rattle the rusted shutters of St. Jude’s Hospital, a sound like dry leaves skittering across concrete. It was the smell of stale urine and wet plaster that greeted him first, before the dim emergency lights flickered to life in the corridor where he stood, clutching a small vial of black dust against his chest. The dust was...

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