The Distant Threshold

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You wear the coat. It is not merely wool and thread; it is a second skin that knows the shape of your grief before you do. The fabric is heavy, dark as the soil in a freshly turned garden, and it smells of rain and old iron. You are Elias Thorne, and you are a man who has forgotten how to be anything else. The city of London stretches out before you, a labyrinth of grey stone and glass,...

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