The Distant Threshold

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I have spent the better part of three hours counting the ledgers, tallying every shilling and pound that passed through Julian’s hands before the winter of 1890, my fingers numb from the cold that seeps through the floorboards of Blackwood Manor. The light in the study is failing, turning the dust motes into slow, grey specks that drift in the air like suspended ash, and I find myself checking...

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