The Distant Threshold

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"You’re telling me the shadow has a face?" Elias Thorne did not answer. He sat behind the metal desk in the interrogation room, the fluorescent light buzzing a low, sick note above them. Across from him, the suspect, a man named Davids, picked at a hangnail until the skin bled. The air in the room smelled of stale coffee and the metallic tang of fear. Elias watched the light hit the dust motes,...

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