The Distant Threshold

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Thorne. The name hit the back of his skull like a stone dropped into a well. Elias flinched, his hand tightening on the strap of his portfolio bag. The leather was worn smooth at the grip, a dark, oil-stained patch where his palm had rested for three years of transit. He looked up. A woman in a grey uniform stood by the intake desk, her face a mask of bureaucratic indifference. Her eyes were...

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