The Distant Threshold

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The ice on the river had turned a bruised purple in the late afternoon light, cracked by the shifting weight of the thaw. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the bank, his boots sinking slightly into the mud that clung to the earth like wet wool. He was a man who had spent thirty years keeping order in the grey, industrial sprawl of Millhaven, a place where the smoke from the textile mills never...

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