The Distant Threshold

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Thorne. The name hung in the wet air of the courtyard, sharp and accusatory, before Inspector Vance’s heavy boot crunched against the gravel. Thorne did not turn. He stared at the iron-bound oak in the center of the yard, its bark black and peeling, its roots clawing at the cracked flagstones. The rain in 1912 was a cold, industrial thing, tasting of coal smoke and rust. It soaked through...

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