The Distant Threshold

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The air in the Whitmore estate was thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and the sharp, metallic tang of coal dust. It was a feast of excess, a sprawling tableau of candlelight and velvet where the walls seemed to breathe with the collective anxiety of the living. Thomas stood at the edge of the drawing room, a twelve-year-old boy in a suit that fit his shoulders too well, his fingers...

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