The Distant Threshold

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The rain in Harrowgate did not wash the city clean; it merely turned the grime into a slick, iridescent film that clung to the iron ribs of the factory and the soot-stained faces of the men who worked within them. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the center of the main hall, his boots planted firmly on the oil-slicked floor, holding the cracked brass compass his father had left behind. The needle...

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