The Distant Threshold

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The iron tongs gripped the stem of the black orchid with a sound like a bone snapping, and Elias Thorne did not flinch. He held the withered flower up to the gaslight, its petals curled inward like burnt paper, and watched the dust motes dance in the narrow beam. It was the only thing in the precinct that had not changed in three days, a silent witness to the fog that had swallowed the town of...

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