The Distant Threshold

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The rain against the east wing windows of St. Jude’s Asylum did not sound like water; it sounded like fingers tapping glass, a rhythmic, impatient drumming that Elias Thorne had learned to ignore over the last four years. At forty, Elias was a man composed of thin lines and quiet duties, his uniform pressed with a severity that belied the hollow ache in his chest. He wanted one thing, a...

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