The Distant Threshold

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The tin was dented on the left side, a small depression where Clara had pressed her thumb too hard while sealing it. Elias Thorne held it in his right hand, the metal cold against his palm, the smell of opium and sugar rising from the seam. He stood on the platform of the railway station in Sheffield, watching the steam curl around the iron pillars. Clara was already gone, swallowed by the...

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