The Distant Threshold

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The stone is cold, Elias thought, pressing the flat, obsidian surface against the rough linen of his shirt, feeling the vibration that traveled up through the bone of his wrist and settled in his teeth. It was a low, thrumming hum, not quite sound but something that occupied the space where sound should be, a frequency that seemed to pull the air out of the small, windowless cell and replace it...

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