The Distant Threshold

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The train from London to the Scottish Highlands did not merely travel; it seemed to bleed into the grey, rain-slicked moorland, its iron bones groaning against the weight of a century’s accumulated rust, and I sat in the corner of the third-class carriage, watching my own hands, those pale, trembling things that had once held the weight of the law, now resting on the worn leather of a briefcase...

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