The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-21 20:57:47 -

The rain lashed against the windows of the Blackwood Inn. It was a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the world outside into a smear of mud and slate. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of stale pipe tobacco and damp wool. Arthur Penhaligon sat in the corner, his hands wrapped tightly around a cup of tea that had long since gone cold. He was a clerk. A man of ledgers and quiet hours....

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