The Distant Threshold

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The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it settled, a persistent, damp gray film that coated the cobblestones and the soot-blackened brick of the municipal building where Elias Vane stood, shivering not from the cold but from the weight of the ink that had begun to seep into his pores. He was forty years old, a former scribe whose hands were now permanently stained a deep, bruised purple,...

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