The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-21 15:44:42 -

The coat was heavy. It sat on the chair in the corner of the apartment, a black shape against the pale wall. It was a wool thing, thick and dark. It had been bought new. It had been worn thin. It was torn at the cuff. It was stained with rain and wine. It was the only thing that remained. Elias Vance stood before it. He was a tall man. His shoulders were broad. His hands were large. They were...

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