The Distant Threshold

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The rain in the alley did not wash the grime away; it merely slicked the cobblestones, turning the narrow passage into a mirror of the city’s sick, neon-lit sky. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the mouth of this reflection, his hand trembling so violently that the grip on his service pistol became a negotiation with his own nerve endings. He was forty-two years old, a man whose face had been...

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