The Distant Threshold

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The rain against the precinct windows was a steady, rhythmic tapping that did not match the frantic drumming in Elias Thorne’s chest. He stood before the mirror in the men’s room, adjusting the tie that had constricted his throat all morning, his reflection staring back with the hollow, feverish eyes of a man who had not slept in three days. In his left pocket, the heavy gold-plated watch...

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