The Distant Threshold

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Harvey. You are late. The clerk’s voice was thin, stretched over the desk like taffy, but his eyes were hard. You stood in the doorway of the Oakhaven Municipal Office, the November damp clinging to your wool coat, and felt the weight of your badge against your ribs. It was 1912, a year of soot and iron, and you had come to ask for a man’s name. Elias Thorne had been missing for three days. The...

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