The Distant Threshold

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The chandelier in Magistrate Vane’s dining room hung low, a cage of crystal that refracted the candlelight into a thousand jagged shards. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the mahogany table, his spine rigid, his eyes fixed on the silver clasp resting in Vane’s velvet waistcoat. It was a small thing, a tarnished loop of metal, but to Thorne it was the entire weight of his father’s stolen life....

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