The Distant Threshold
The mist lay heavy over the valley of Ashen Creek, a thick, grey wool that seemed to strangle the iron rails and the skeletal trees of the old orchard. It was a season of industry and decay, where the soot from the coal works in the neighboring town of Millhaven stained the snow before it had the chance to fall clean. Inspector Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the platform, his breath forming...
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