The Distant Threshold
The hum started in Elias’s molars before he saw his brother. It was a low, vibrating thrum, like a diesel engine idling in a sealed concrete box. Detective Elias Thorne adjusted his tie, the fabric stiff against his throat, and stared at the steel table. On the other side sat Julian, younger by six years, wearing a grey sweater that looked too clean for the circumstances. The room was...
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