The Distant Threshold
Thorne, get down here. The voice came from the end of the corridor, sharp and clipped, cutting through the low hum of the server racks that lined the walls like the breathing of a sleeping beast. You straightened your tie, a cheap wool thing that itched at the neck, and walked toward the source of the summons. Director Halloway stood by the glass partition of his office, his face pale in the...
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