The Distant Threshold

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Elias’s hand hovered over the caliper, the metal cold against his palm, trembling not from the chill but from the sheer, viscous weight of the silence in the room. The air smelled of wet limestone and old copper, a scent that clung to the back of his throat like a bad taste. He was measuring the tensile strength of a rebar sample, a mundane task that felt suddenly obscene in the presence of the...

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