The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it existed. It hung in the air of the office, a fine, gray mist that settled into the wool of Elias’s coat. He sat at the head of the long mahogany table. The room was cold. The windows were tall and narrow, looking out onto the wet cobblestones of the street below. No one else was in the room. Or so he believed. Elias was a man of precise habits. He had worked...

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