The Distant Threshold

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Thorne. The name was spoken by the Chief Constable’s aide, a young man with ink-stained fingers, who pushed through the crowd of uniformed officers and civilians gathered in the grand hall of the County Hall. The air in the room was thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and floor wax, a heavy, cloying mixture that seemed to coat the back of Elias Thorne’s throat. He stood by the heavy oak...

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