The Distant Threshold

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The rain in Port Halloway did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey mist that settled into the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat with a wet, heavy persistence. At forty-two, Elias was a linguist of some renown, a man who had built his career on the precise dissection of syntax, yet he stood on the slick cobblestones of the harbor street trembling, his hands useless against the fabric. He...

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