The Distant Threshold

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The radio static had been counting down for three hours, a rhythmic hiss that sounded like sand being poured through a narrow neck. Elias Thorne sat in the chair, his hands resting on the armrests, feeling the cold seep through the wool of his trousers. He had served twenty-two years on the border, long enough to know that silence was a lie and that the static was a debt coming due. He needed...

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