The Distant Threshold
Chapter One Duncan Galloway remembered the cold of the counting house better than the warmth of his mother’s hands. He was twelve, though he felt older, a man who had seen too much of the mist. The ledger lay open before him, its pages stained with damp and the rust of iron pens. He was looking for a name, but he found only the weight of the debt. The Head Physician, a man who wore his father’s...
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