The Distant Threshold

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The rain on the slate roof was a rhythmic, mechanical click. I counted the drops. One, two, three. I was a man who measured time in seconds and errors in decimals. My name is Arthur Pendelton. I am a linguist. I study the dead languages of the north, the ones that have no living speakers, the ones that exist only in stone and silence. I live in Oakhaven, a town that sits in a bowl of hills, a...

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