The Distant Threshold

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The badge is on your desk, Magistrate. Give it back, or I will take it. Soledad Hinojosa stood in the rain-slicked courtyard of the Old Archive, the water running in grey rivulets down the cobblestones. He was thirty-four, a man whose face had been carved by ten years of standing watch over the city’s memory. The Magistrate, a small man with ink-stained fingers, did not look up from his papers....

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