The Distant Threshold

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The letter arrived on a Tuesday, sealed with black wax that crumbled like ash in Arthur Penhaligon’s fingers, the ink inside still wet despite the three days it had traveled from the dead of mind where Silas Vane was supposed to be resting. Arthur stood in the doorway of his study in Oakhaven, the soot of the coal furnaces settling into the creases of his waistcoat, and read the single line...

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