The Distant Threshold

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The rain in the valley of Ashgrove did not fall; it hung, a suspended curtain of gray mist that blurred the edges of the industrial district, swallowing the smokestacks and the low, soot-stained brickwork of the textile mills. It was a place where the air tasted of sulfur and old iron, and where time seemed to pool in the gutters rather than flow. Elias Thorne stood at the end of the long,...

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