The Distant Threshold

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The train hissed through the fog, a long, mournful exhalation that seemed to strip the morning of its remaining light, and Eleanor Ashworth pressed her forehead against the cold glass, watching the industrial sprawl of Blackwood Mills blur into a grey smear of soot and iron. She was not a passenger in the conventional sense, for she did not carry luggage, nor did she possess the quiet,...

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