The Distant Threshold
The letter lay on the desk, its edges curling slightly in the damp air of the office, a standard Ministry of Interior form, Type 4, concerning the administrative closure of Case File 1893-04. Arthur Vane read the header twice, the ink still wet and smelling of iron gall, before his eyes drifted to the signature at the bottom, a jagged scrawl that belonged to Director Halloway, a man who treated...
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