The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it dissolved, a fine, persistent mist that turned the cobblestones of the old district into slick, reflective mirrors of the gaslight that flickered above, a light that seemed to breathe with the rhythm of the city’s hidden heart, which I had come to understand was not the pump of a living thing but the slow, grinding tick of a mechanism long since rusted by...

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