The Distant Threshold
The amber glass jar was warm against Elias Thorne’s palms, a heat that seeped through his skin and into the bone, contrasting sharply with the sterile, air-conditioned chill of the Municipal Health Bureau’s intake hall. He stood before the counter, the liquid inside swirling with a viscosity that seemed to defy gravity, while the fluorescent lights above hummed with a frequency that made his...
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