The Distant Threshold

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The brass latch of the cell door scraped against the rusted frame with a sound like a dying man’s rattle, and Elias Thorne’s hand, steady despite the tremor that had begun to seize his fingers at the base of his skull, pushed it open to reveal the sterile, white void of the psychiatric ward. The air inside was thick with the smell of carbolic soap and stale lavender, a scent that clung to the...

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