The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the edges of the city into a single, breathing entity of soot and iron. Inside the narrow office of the solicitor, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and the stale, metallic tang of fear. Arthur Penhaligon sat on the edge of a leather chair that had long since surrendered its shape to the bodies of those...

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