The Distant Threshold
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the streets of the Bureau of Anomalous Affairs into slick, reflective mirrors, and you stood in the center of the main atrium, your hands trembling not from cold but from the sudden, violent pressure behind your eyes. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a detective who has spent two decades pulling the truth from the...
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