The Distant Threshold

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The iron bit into Thomas Vane’s thumb as he pried the lining of the discarded greatcoat, the rusted key sliding free into his palm like a cold tooth. It was a small thing, no longer than his little finger, yet it felt heavier than the week’s wages he had been promised for scrubbing the scullery floors until his knuckles bled. Outside, the October wind tore at the shutters of Blackwood Manor, a...

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