The Distant Threshold

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The smell of stale coffee and wet wool hit Elias before he saw the door open. "Thorne." The voice was low, rough, like gravel grinding under a tire. Sergeant Miller stood in the doorway of the patrol station, his coat dripping onto the linoleum floor. Elias looked up from his desk. The leather badge on his chest felt heavy, a stone in his pocket. He had been staring at it for an hour. The gold...

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