The Distant Threshold

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The river did not flow so much as it crawled, a thick, oily serpent of brown water that snaked through the valley of Ashgrove with the sluggish determination of a creature that had forgotten how to die. Elias Thorne sat on the bank, his legs dangling into the muck, watching the water lap at the rotting planks of the old ferry landing. He was a clerk in the town’s administrative office, a man...

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