The Distant Threshold
Elara Vance, the drone is spiking again. Director Halloway did not look up from his ledger. He was a small man, precise in his movements, with hands that trembled slightly when he held a pen, as if the weight of the ink threatened to crush the paper. The air in the office smelled of wet wool and stale coffee, a scent that had permeated the walls of the Meridian Trust for decades. Elara stood by...
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