The Distant Threshold
The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the skin of the world, a cold, metallic sheet that turned the courtyard of Blackwood Correctional Facility into a mirror of grey steel. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood beneath the eaves of the administrative wing, his uniform soaked through, the fabric clinging to his shoulders like a second, heavier skin. In his right hand, he gripped a...
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