The Distant Threshold

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The ledger was heavy, bound in cracked leather, and Elias Vance held it against his chest as if it were a live bird. He was twelve, and his lungs were already a failing engine, rattling with a cough that tasted of iron and old dust. The Blackwood estate in the Yorkshire moors did not care for the sick; it cared for the accounts. Master Blackwood, the head steward, had vanished three days prior,...

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