The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall. It hung. It suspended itself in the air like a fine, gray dust, coating the cobblestones of Harrowgate in a slick, reflective film. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the market square, his collar turned up against the damp chill. He was a man carved from silence and suspicion, a detective in a city that had forgotten the word for law. Harrowgate was not a place for rules....

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