The Distant Threshold

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The flashlight was a heavy, industrial thing, its yellow casing scuffed white at the corners. Elias Thorne held it with both hands, the beam cutting a sharp, dusty wedge through the dark of the lobby. He was forty-two, but his body felt older, a machine running on fumes. Three days ago, they had found his brother Julian in the basement, dead. Now Elias stood alone, the only soul awake in the...

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