The Distant Threshold

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The rain in the city did not fall; it was imposed, a cold, industrial sheet that turned the cobblestones of the Old Quarter into a slick, black mirror. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the center of the square, his boots anchored in the muck, his breath a thin white thread against the gray air. He was not looking at the crowd, nor at the police line that had formed a brittle arc around the plaza....

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