The Distant Threshold

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Thorne, you are making a nuisance of yourself. The voice of Dean Alistair Vane cut through the low, persistent hum of the east wing, sharp and cold as a scalpel drawn across skin. Elias Thorne stood before the oak desk in the Dean’s office, his hands trembling slightly as he held the leather-bound dossier, the paper brittle and yellowed from decades in the dark. The office smelled of beeswax...

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