The Distant Threshold

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The heavy brass key was cold in Elias Thorne’s palm, a cold that seeped through the leather of his glove and settled in the marrow of his wrist. He stared at the tarnished metal, turning it over, watching the light catch the jagged teeth, while the sound of the Blackwood Correctional Facility hummed around him: the rhythmic clatter of iron on iron, the low, constant moan of the ventilation...

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