The Distant Threshold

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The grooves in the doorframe were deep enough to hold a thumb, worn smooth by the hands of men who had stood where Elias Thorne now stood, tracing the wood as if it might yield a secret. It was 1893, and the air in the cell tasted of wet stone and stale urine, a thick, cloying dampness that settled into the joints of his forty-two-year-old body. He was an archivist, or had been, before the...

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