The Distant Threshold

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"Tell me, Inspector, do you hear it too?" Silas Vane smiled. It was a thin, practiced expression, the kind of smile a man wears when he has already decided how the conversation will end and is merely waiting for the other party to catch up to his timeline. I stood in the center of the Whispering Mill, the air thick with the scent of wet wool and rusted iron. My coat was damp from the November...

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