The Distant Threshold

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Penhaligon. The name hung in the air of the administrative office like a piece of coal dropped into a puddle, sizzling before it sank. Arthur Penhaligon looked up from his ledger, the ink still wet and glistening on the page, and saw Mr. Vane standing by the door, his face a mask of polite, bureaucratic disdain. The room was thick with the smell of damp wool and the faint, metallic tang of the...

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