The Distant Threshold

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The chandelier hung low in the ballroom, a cage of glass and brass that caught the gaslight and fractured it into a hundred trembling stars. The air was thick with the scent of lilies and stale perfume, a cloying sweetness that clung to the back of the throat. Colonel Arthur Pendelton stood by the window, his back to the room, watching the fog roll in from the river. He adjusted his cufflinks,...

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