The Distant Threshold

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The ledger lay open on the oak desk, its pages thick with the weight of two centuries of bureaucratic silence, and Elias Thorne held the pen with a grip that was less a hold than a desperate clamping of bone against bone. He was forty years old, his face a map of deep-set lines that spoke of sleepless nights spent cross-referencing dates with the cold, damp air of the Royal Sanitarium’s archive...

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