The Distant Threshold

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The rain in the highlands did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the boundary between the stone walls of the station and the moor beyond. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his office, a room that smelled of damp wool and old paper, watching the landscape dissolve into mist. He was a man who had learned to hold his breath for long stretches, a habit acquired not...

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