The Distant Threshold

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In the center of the desk, held in a hand that had forgotten how to tremble, lay a fountain pen with a nib so fine it could scratch glass, its reservoir filled with ink that had begun to congeal into black, jagged crystals despite the thermostat’s stubborn insistence on seventy degrees. Elias Thorne stared at the pen, a tool he had used for twenty years to record the quiet deaths of men, and...

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