The Distant Threshold

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The train to Oakhaven smelled of coal dust and wet wool, a scent that had seeped into the fibers of Elias Thorne’s greatcoat over twelve years of service. He sat rigid in the corner of the second-class carriage, his hands resting on the leather case of his sidearm, the worn strap digging into his palm. The wheels clattered over the iron rails, a rhythmic, mechanical pounding that matched the...

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