The Distant Threshold

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The rain in Salford did not wash things clean; it merely slicked the grime into the cobblestones, turning the streets into a mirror of the factory floor. Elias Thorne stood at the threshold of the Home Office annex, his lungs burning with a dry, gritty ache that had become the metronome of his life. He was forty years old, though the coal dust in his blood made him feel ancient, a man whose...

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