The Distant Threshold

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The intake form lay on the steel table, the carbon copy sheet beneath it slightly warped from the humidity of the basement archive. Dr. Elara Vance did not sign it. She stared at the line for *Disposal Method*, which had been pre-filled in black ink with the word *Incineration*, and then she looked at the garment hanging on the wire rack behind the desk. It was a ceremonial coat, heavy wool,...

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