The Distant Threshold
The coffee mug slipped from Elias’s grip, shattering against the stone floor with a sound that seemed too loud for the empty outpost. He stared at the shards, watching the dark liquid pool and spread, soaking into the cracks of the ancient flagstones. His hand was trembling, a fine, persistent vibration that had started three months ago and refused to stop, a mechanical failure in the machinery...
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