The Distant Threshold

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The count is always the first thing. Elias counted the shards. One, two, three. Twelve pieces of gold and diamond, scattered across the oak floor of the hallway like broken teeth. He held his breath, the air in the Victorian house tasting of dust and old wax, and picked up the largest fragment. It was cold. Colder than it should have been, a chill that seeped into the bone of his thumb. He...

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