The Distant Threshold

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The coat was blue. Not the deep, bruised indigo of the night sky over the valley, but a pale, washed-out cerulean, like the color of a winter lake before the ice forms. It hung on the back of a wooden chair in the center of the study, a solitary, defiant splash of color against the beige walls and the faded oak floor. Elias Thorne did not look at it. He looked at the window, where the rain was...

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