The Distant Threshold

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The invoice lay on the wet desk, its edges curling like dead leaves. Arthur Vane read it twice, the numbers blurring under the glare of the single electric bulb. He signed it, the ink smearing slightly, and placed the pen down. The draft in the basement archive was colder than usual, a physical weight against his left cheek. It was not a ghost. He had tested the walls, the pipes, the vents. It...

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