The Distant Threshold

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The station was a skeletal thing of rusted iron and fog, standing at the edge of Millhaven like a broken tooth. Elias Thorne stood on the platform, his breath clouding in the damp air, watching the 8:15 to London pull away with a shudder. He was a man who dealt in variables, in the clean, predictable lines of statistical probability and risk assessment. He had spent twenty years in the...

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