The Distant Threshold

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The chandeliers in the Whitmore Pharmaceutical Works ballroom did not so much shine as they weighed down the air, their crystal prisms casting fractured, cold light across the faces of the company’s elite. Arthur Vane, a junior clerk of thirty years, stood near the edge of the dance floor, his tie pulled tight against a throat that felt suddenly dry. He watched the new "Soma" tonic being...

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