The Distant Threshold

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The champagne was warm and flat, a pale gold liquid that caught the light of a thousand crystal chandeliers, but Elias Thorne did not drink. He stood near the edge of the mahogany table, his fingers trembling as he adjusted his cufflinks, a small, precise action that masked the violent stuttering of his heart. The banquet hall in the city was a cathedral of excess, filled with the hum of a...

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