The Distant Threshold

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The wool coat had outlived the man who wore it. It hung in the drafty hallway of the magistrate’s office, a heavy, charcoal-black silhouette against the pale stone wall, its shoulders still bearing the broad, stooped architecture of Elias Thorne. The buttons were worn smooth, the fabric thinning at the elbows into a sheer, ghostly mesh that let the cold seep through. It was a relic of a time...

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