The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it invaded, a grey, industrial sleet that hammered against the high, grimy windows of the Ashworth manor. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool and old paper, a scent that had permeated the velvet drapes and the floorboards over the last three decades. Elias Ashworth stood by the cold hearth, his fingers tracing the rim of a crystal decanter. He...

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