The Distant Threshold

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The rain in Manchester did not fall so much as it hovered, a persistent, grey mist that clung to the wool of coats and the glass of shop windows, dissolving the sharp edges of the industrial city into a blurred, melancholic smear. Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of the pawnshop, his fingers white-knuckled around the strap of his leather satchel, watching the droplets streak down the pane in...

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