The Distant Threshold

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The mortar was a jagged, fractured thing, a composite of silica and sorrow that Marcus Thorne had spent the last three days trying to reconstitute on the tailgate of his rusted Ford pickup, a vehicle that groaned under the weight of his inventory and the crushing gravity of his insolvency. He was a man of the trade, a restorer of antiques, a dealer in objects that had outlived their owners, and...

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