The Distant Threshold

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The rusted iron key sat in my palm, cold and heavy as a stone pulled from a riverbed. It had been found in the coat of the vagrant who lay dead by the mill race, a man whose name no one could recall and whose face had been swollen beyond recognition by the damp. I am Elias Thorne, Magistrate of Oakhaven, and for twenty years I have served this town with a quiet, rigid adherence to order, yet...

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