The Distant Threshold

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"Look at him. Is he breathing?" I looked. The man lay on the cobblestones of the Old Quarter. His chest did not rise. His eyes were open, fixed on the slate sky. "Stop staring, Silas," the voice said. It was cold. It was my boss, Thomas. "Call the wardens. Then check the pockets." I did not move. I stared at the dead man’s hand. It was open. In his palm lay a single, white feather. "Is that a...

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