The Distant Threshold

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the Old Quarter into a slick, reflective mirror that showed only the gray, weeping sky above. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the doorway of the apothecary, his coat soaked through, watching the water run in rivulets down the stone facade. He was a man of few words, a detective in a city where silence was often mistaken for...

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