The Distant Threshold

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The rain fell on the city of Oakhaven not as water but as a fine, gray silt that clogged the lungs and stained the cobblestones a deep, bruised purple, a constant, wet shroud that had hung over the district since the Great Foundry explosion three winters prior, and in that perpetual twilight, where the gaslights sputtered and the fog rolled in thick from the river, Sergeant Elias Thorne walked...

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