The Distant Threshold

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The warrant lay on the motel desk, a square of manila paper that smelled of wet cardboard and the stale coffee Elias had spilled an hour ago. It was a document of pure bureaucratic indifference, typed in a font that lacked any soul, stating clearly that Elias Thorne, a private investigator of no fixed abode, was wanted for the theft of a silver locket belonging to the estate of Arthur Vane....

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