The Distant Threshold

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The ink on the parchment was still wet, glistening under the gaslight like a fresh wound, and Elias Thorne stared at it, his hands trembling so violently that the pen slipped from his grip and rolled across the heavy oak desk, coming to rest near Lord Vane’s crystal tumbler of brandy. "You claim your sister was murdered," Vane said, his voice soft and dry as old parchment, "yet here is her...

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