The Distant Threshold

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The name on the door was still there, though the paint had flaked away to reveal the grey wood beneath. Elias Thorne stood in the hallway of the manor, the air thick with the scent of wet rot and old iron. He was fifty-two, a retired constable whose knees clicked like dry twigs with every step. He wanted the ledger. It was the only thing that could prove he hadn’t killed the man in the barn in...

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