The Distant Threshold

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The laser line died at the corner of the east wing, snapping back into the emitter with a soft, irritated click that sounded like a bone breaking under pressure. Elias Thorne adjusted his stance, the soles of his boots grinding against the marble floor of the rotunda, and watched the red dot vanish into the wall as if the masonry had simply decided to become opaque. He was forty-two years old,...

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