The Distant Threshold
Elias Thorne’s fingers were stained blue when he found the first anomaly. He was holding the leather-bound diary of Mayor Halloway, a book that smelled of damp wool and old tobacco, and he was trying to keep his hands steady enough to turn the pages without cracking the spine. The archive room was quiet, save for the tick of the radiator and the distant, rhythmic clacking of the mill wheel...
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