The Distant Threshold

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The rain in Harrowgate did not fall so much as it settled, a grey, persistent mist that clung to the wool coats and the wet pavement, turning the small coastal town into a smear of charcoal and slate. Margaret Holloway sat in the office of the local constabulary, her hands resting on the table, fingers laced together until the knuckles turned the color of old bone. She was a woman of sixty, her...

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