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The pale membrane stretched across the town square of Harrowgate like a second sky, a translucent sheet of skin that breathed with a slow, rhythmic pulse, visible only to Elias Thorne because his integrity had cracked the barrier between the real and the rejected. Elias, a forensic accountant of thirty-four years with a mind sharp enough to slice through the most convoluted municipal ledgers,...
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