The Distant Threshold

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The chisel bit into the granite, and Elias Vane felt the vibration travel up his wrist, into his elbow, and settle in the marrow of his shoulder. It was a dull, persistent thrum, like a bee trapped in a jar of honey. He pulled the tool free, and a sliver of blood welled up on the cut, bright against the grey dust coating his palm. The rain in Oakhaven was not falling so much as hanging, a fine...

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