The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a heavy, wet static that hung over the moors of High Crag. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the threshold of the manor house, his coat slick and dark, the weight of his service weapon a familiar anchor against his hip. He was not a man who spoke much, but the silence here was different. It was a structural silence, built from the stones of a house that...

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