The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the soot-stained bricks of the Blackwood District, settling into the hairlines of the buildings and the creases of the faces of those who walked beneath them. Elias Thorne sat in the narrow, drafty office of the Municipal Water Authority, a room that smelled of damp wool, stale tea, and the metallic tang of old...

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