The Distant Threshold

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The soot had settled into the creases of my knuckles long before I reached for the ledger, a black dust that seemed to originate from the very air of the mill, thick and suffocating in the November chill of 1912. I was thirty years old, a clerk of modest ambition and ink-stained hands, and I sat in the dim light of the record room watching my father, Thomas Thorne, sign the final page of his...

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