The Distant Threshold

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Act I Carl Hutchins, thirty-four, kept the ledgers for the salt pans at sixty-three of Corvid Lane, and the work was a cold, wet thing that stuck to his fingers like dried brine. I wrote to Aldous, my mentor, about the temperature drop in the East Wing, the place where the grain was hoarded against the famine year. The air there was not just cool; it was a physical weight, a press against the...

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