The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey veil that blurred the boundaries between the cobblestones of Blackfriars Lane and the soot-stained brickwork of the tenements above. I stood in the doorway of Number 42, holding a brass key that felt cold and heavy in my palm, a key that had been passed down through generations of men who believed that justice was a mechanism...

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