The Distant Threshold

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The water in the dream was not cold; it was heavy, a physical weight that pressed against Elias Thorne’s chest with the density of wet sand. He woke with his hands gripping the sheets, the fabric damp with a chill that had no source in the room’s thermostat, a residual cold that lingered on his skin like a stain. He was fifty-two, and his knees ached with a persistent, dull throb that had...

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