The Distant Threshold

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The mirror stood on the workbench, a slab of polished obsidian that caught the candlelight and threw it back in a cold, blue glare, and in that glare Elias Thorne saw not his own thirty-two-year-old face, but a man of forty, hollow-eyed and weeping, a version of himself that was screaming silently from the depths of the glass. It was a hairline fracture, no wider than a thread of spider silk,...

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