The Distant Threshold

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The rain in Oakhaven did not fall; it hung, a gray curtain that smelled of wet iron and old paper. Elias Thorne stood before the mahogany desk of Mr. Vane, his tie loosened, his hands trembling not from cold but from the crushing weight of the ledger he carried in his mind. He was thirty years old, a clerk of twelve years, and he owed more than he would earn in another decade. "I require the...

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