The Distant Threshold

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The rain in the city did not fall so much as it drifted, a fine, grey mist that settled into the pores of the stone and the skin of the men who walked beneath it. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his shop, a place that smelled of cedar shavings, old varnish, and the sharp, metallic tang of anxiety, and watched the street empty itself of its day. He was a tailor, or at least he had been for...

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