The Distant Threshold
The Green Moth landed on my left wrist just as I was signing the death certificate for Lord Halloway, its wings a bruised, iridescent green that seemed to pulse with a rhythm distinct from my own heartbeat. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, a junior clerk in the Ministry of the Interior, and I have spent the last three years constructing a fortress of logic around my mind, believing that...
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