The Distant Threshold

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Thorne, stop that. The voice came from the doorway, sharp and thin as a snapped wire, belonging to Mr. Halloway, who stood in the archway of the municipal archive with his hands tucked into the pockets of his wool coat, watching Elias shiver. The dampness had started three weeks ago, a cold that didn’t come from the air but from the paper itself, seeping through the cotton of Elias’s shirt and...

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