The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall; it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat and seeped into the bones of his body, a cold that had nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with the weight of what he carried. He walked the cobblestones of the district that no map acknowledged, the streets narrowing until the sky above was nothing more than a sliver of...

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