The Distant Threshold

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The rain had been falling for three days, a cold, grey sheet that turned the cobblestones of Vael into a slick, black mirror, and Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of the Municipal Archives, his fingers drumming a rapid, hollow rhythm against the oak frame. He was inspecting his own hands, a ritual that had grown more frequent since the fog first swallowed his daughter, Mara, and he noted with...

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