The Distant Threshold

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The frost on the windowpane of the apothecary had not yet melted, a delicate lattice of ice that trapped the gray morning light in a web of silence. Elias Thorne stood before his mirror, adjusting the collar of his tweed coat, his fingers trembling slightly as they brushed the fabric. He was a man of precise habits and quiet dispositions, a keeper of rare herbs and tinctures in the small,...

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