The Distant Threshold

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The name hangs in the air, heavy as wet wool, called out by a voice that isn’t there. Elias Thorne looks up from his desk, the leather journal in his hands trembling against his palm, and realizes he has been hearing Arthur’s name for three days straight, a phantom summons that costs him nothing but his sleep and a growing dread that sits in his throat like a stone. The office is a graveyard of...

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