The Distant Threshold

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The rain in the city of Vesper didn't fall so much as it hung, a thick, gray curtain that smelled of wet iron and old stone, and you were walking through it with your boots soaked to the skin, the mud of the alleyway sucking at your heels with a sound that was almost too loud for the silence of the street, while the neon sign above the butcher shop flickered with a stuttering, arrhythmic pulse...

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