The Distant Threshold

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The Feast of Tides had ended three days prior, yet the fog in Vael remained thick as wool, clinging to the cobblestones and the salt-crusted faces of the mourners. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the harbor, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his wool coat, watching the waves break against the pilings with a rhythmic, indifferent violence. He was a detective by trade, a man who dealt...

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