The Distant Threshold

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The steam rising from the pot on your desk smells of iron and old rain, a scent that has become so woven into the fabric of your daily existence that you no longer register it as distinct from the dust motes dancing in the slant of afternoon light. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and for the last three years you have served as the senior archivist of Oakhaven, a town built on the...

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