The Distant Threshold

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Thorne, the magistrate’s voice carried through the damp air of the dining hall, sharp as a knife sliding across a dull blade, summoning the sergeant from the shadows where he stood gripping the heavy iron rivets of his left gauntlet. The room was thick with the smell of wet wool and the metallic tang of decay, a scent that had seeped into the wallpaper and the linoleum until the very air tasted...

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