The Distant Threshold

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The ink was already spreading when you found the mold, a black, fuzzy bloom eating into the wood of the bedside table where your father’s water glass sat, and you wiped it with a rag that came away slick and dark, smelling of wet earth and old paper, while Arthur lay behind you, his breathing a wet, rattling click in the silence of the room. You were Elias Thorne, a private investigator who had...

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