The Distant Threshold

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The rain had been falling on the slate roof of the Ashworth textile mill for three days without pause, a rhythmic, industrial percussion that seemed to vibrate through the soles of Thomas’s boots and into the marrow of his bones. He stood in the doorway of the mill owner’s private study, a room that smelled of stale tobacco, damp wool, and the sharp, metallic tang of the looms below. In his...

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