The Distant Threshold

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"Have you seen the ledger, Mr. Silas? It is not merely missing; it is erased." The voice that cut through the humid, coal-thick air of the study was not that of a customer, nor of a peer, but of Arthur Penhaligon, the junior clerk whose fingers were perpetually stained with the blue ink of his servitude and whose eyes held the bright, feverish look of a man who had found a crack in the wall and...

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