The Distant Threshold

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The glass vial cracked, not with a shatter, but with a wet, sucking sound, as if the liquid inside had bitten back. Elias Thorne stared at the ruin in his hand, the black viscous fluid pooling on the stone floor of the cellar, spreading in a thin, oily film that reflected the flickering candlelight with a malevolent sheen. He was thirty-four years old, a man of letters and logic, yet his hands...

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