The Distant Threshold

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The train cut through the grey mist of the Scottish Highlands with a rhythmic, metallic groan, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones. He sat by the window, his reflection ghostly against the darkening glass, watching the heather blur into a bruised purple smear. He was returning to the family estate, a place he had not set foot in for thirty years, since the fever...

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