The Distant Threshold

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The letter from Dr. Vane lay on the desk, the ink still wet, smelling faintly of turpentine and authority. You read it twice, the words sharp as scalpel blades: *Expedition cancelled. Rival team deployed. You are relieved of duty.* The paper was thin, translucent, a poor shield against the cold that seeped from the window. You folded it into a tight square and placed it in your pocket, the...

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