The Distant Threshold

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The lead is soft again. Roland Pargeter wiped the grease from his thumb against the leather apron, staring at the hairline fracture spreading through the central pane of the Bishop’s commission. It was a flaw in the material, a bubble trapped in the glass during the blowing, but to the eye it looked like a wound. He had twelve hours to finish the frame, to set the last twelve lights, and to...

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