The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a thick, suspended veil of gray mist that clung to the iron lungs of the city, turning the cobblestones into mirrors of murky reflection where the gas lamps bled their sickly yellow light into the wet dark. Inspector Thomas Bradshaw stood at the edge of the reservoir, his boots sinking into the mud that smelled of rot and old iron, his hand resting...

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