The Distant Threshold

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The morning light in the Hall of Records did not so much enter as it settled, a grey, suspended dust that coated the shoulders of the men who worked there in a fine, pale film. Silas Vane stood before the heavy oak desk of Magistrate Aldous Thorne, his hands resting on the polished surface, fingers spread wide as if testing the warmth of the wood. He was a man of forty, his face a map of lines...

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