The Distant Threshold
The boy in the alley coughed, a wet, rattling sound that echoed off the wet cobblestones, and Elias froze, his breath snagged. He was twelve, a junior clerk at Halloway & Vane, and the cold November air bit into his fingers as he clutched the leather ledger to his chest. The book was warm, unnaturally so, pulsing against his ribs like a second heart. He had found it in Mr. Halloway’s study...
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