The Distant Threshold

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The gate was crumbling again. It stood at the edge of a grey void, its stones loose, tumbling into a silence that felt less like empty space and more like the inside of a skull. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of limestone dust on his tongue, the phantom grit of it scratching his throat. He was fifty-eight years old, and his tenure review was in ninety days. The "Ghost of St. Jude" had become...

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