The Distant Threshold

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Thorne. The name hung in the humid air of the conservatory, called out by the wind that rapped against the warped glass panes with a rhythmic, accusatory thud, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Elias’s bones. He did not look up from the workbench, where the brass gears of his father’s final creation lay scattered like the entrails of a dissected bird, but he felt the summons in...

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