The Distant Threshold

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The building was already dead, Elias Thorne knew, but the city hadn’t signed the paperwork yet. He stood in the main hall of St. Jude’s Orphanage, adjusting a crystal chandelier that cost more than his annual salary, watching the dust motes hang suspended in the thick, stagnant air. The silence here was not empty; it was a physical weight, a heavy wool blanket pressed against the eardrums,...

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