The Distant Threshold
Act I Mhairi Macara worked the night shift at the museum, a job that paid enough to keep the lights on but not enough to pay the debt she had rolled over five times. She lived at one hundred and twenty-six of Widow's Landing, a housing estate on the city's edge where the dry wind cracked the clay walls every autumn. Her father had died three years ago, leaving behind a toolbox with missing...
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