The Distant Threshold

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The fog in London did not merely obscure; it eroded. It ate the gaslight of Whitehall until the flames were indistinct smears of amber, and it swallowed the footsteps of Arthur Vane until he could no longer tell if he was walking or being carried. He was thirty-four years old, a scholar of obscure linguistics at King’s College, and he was running. Not from men, but from the draft. It was a cold...

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