The Distant Threshold

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The silver coins clinked in the bottom of the clay cup, a sharp, metallic sound that cut through the silence of the office. Mrs. Gable did not look at me; she stared at the window where the fog pressed against the glass like a living thing, thick and grey and relentless. I was Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a man who had spent two decades chasing ghosts for a fee, and I had learned that the...

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