The Distant Threshold

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into a slick, treacherous maze of shadows and reflections, and it was in this suffocating dampness that Constable Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the millpond, his heavy wool coat soaking through to the skin, his hand resting not on his revolver but on the hilt of his ceremonial sword,...

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