The Distant Threshold

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The carriage wheels groaned against the gravel as Elias Thorne stepped down from the train, the mist of Blackwood Manor already clinging to his coat like a damp shroud. He was forty-two, a customs inspector with a reputation for precision that had lately soured into a reputation for debt, and he had come to the estate of his late brother, Julian, to secure the deed. Julian had died three years...

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