The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray mist that clung to the high, vaulted ceilings of the Hall of Reckoning, a place where the air tasted of old paper, stale coffee, and the metallic tang of unresolved debt. Elias Thorne moved through the corridor with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man whose bones had been weathered by too many winters and not enough sleep,...

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