The Distant Threshold
The tribunal convenes at eight, but the fog is already here, thick as wet wool, erasing the footprints on the cobblestones before the police can even think to measure them. You are Elias Thorne, fifty-two, a detective whose name is currently a stain on the city’s conscience, and you want to clear it before the gavel falls, a desire that burns with the cold, white heat of a furnace. The opposing...
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