The Distant Threshold

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You are holding the evidence, Elias. Do not drop it. The voice in his head was Clara’s, sharp and clipped, even though she stood ten feet away across the damp flagstones of the town square. Elias looked down. His left hand was gone. In its place, fused seamlessly to the bone at the wrist, was a block of smooth, grey marble. It was cold, a deep, penetrating chill that seeped into the elbow, the...

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