The Distant Threshold
Chapter One "Can a man keep a promise if his own reflection refuses to hold still?" Marco Caruso asked the empty room, though the air was already thick with the answer. He stood before the mirror in the observatory’s midnight office, a place of glass and cold brass where the stars were pinned like flies in a jar, and watched his shadow detach from his heels. The shadow did not mimic him; it...
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