The Distant Threshold

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the approach to Blackwood Asylum into a slick, grey ribbon that wound through the dead pine forest. Elias Thorne pulled his collar up against the chill, the detective’s coat heavy on his shoulders, a weight that felt less like protection and more like a shroud. He was forty-two, a man carved from the same granite as his father, and he had come...

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