The Distant Threshold

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The train stopped at dawn. It was a small stop, the kind that appeared on maps only to be ignored by the eye. The air smelled of wet iron and coal dust. Elias stepped onto the platform. He was tall, thin, with hands that trembled slightly from the cold. He carried one suitcase. It was leather, cracked at the corners. Inside, there was only a change of clothes and a watch. The watch belonged to...

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