The Distant Threshold

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The paper was thin, brittle, and stained with the grease of old machinery. Elias Thorne held it up to the window where the November light was failing, turning the ink into a smear of grey. It was a notice of suspension, dated three days prior, but the signature at the bottom was missing, a blank space where the Inspector’s name should have been. He folded the paper, tucked it into his tunic,...

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