The Distant Threshold

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The brass pocket watch sat on the steel table, its face cracked but its mechanism intact, ticking with a rhythmic, indifferent precision. Inspector Arthur Hale stared at it. The room smelled of ozone and wet wool, the scent of the industrial district that had swallowed the city’s heart decades ago. Outside, the rain lashed against the glass, blurring the neon signs of the factory district into...

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