The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall; it hung in the air, a suspended grey mist that clung to the cobblestones of the old district like a shroud, refusing to dissolve into the earth. Inspector Thomas Ashworth stood before the window of his cramped office, watching the wraiths of fog curl around the streetlamps, their light fractured and weak. He was a man composed of hard lines and harder silences, a figure...

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