The Distant Threshold

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The rain in Harrow’s Gap did not wash things clean; it only made the grime slicker. Sheriff Elias Thorne stood before the evidence table, the damp air clinging to his wool coat, and watched the ink on the witness statement dissolve into brown ghosts. The paper was soft, pulping under the weight of the humidity that seeped through the cracks in the sheriff’s office window. He had come to clear...

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