The Distant Threshold

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The clawed fingers of your left hand scrape against the mahogany, a sound like dry leaves dragging across a stone floor, as you lean forward to press the document closer to Mr. Vane’s face. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, and the only thing you have left that belongs to you is this ruin of a hand, fused by the collapse of Shaft Nine three months ago, yet it moves now with a purpose...

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