The Distant Threshold

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The rain lashed against the windowpane of the library, a rhythmic, relentless drumming that seemed to count down the seconds remaining before the house consumed itself. Arthur Vane, twenty years old and trembling with a cold that had nothing to do with the weather, clutched a leather-bound notebook in his sweating hands. He was not a detective, not truly, but an archivist’s son who had spent...

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