The Distant Threshold
Chapter One Glasgow does not forgive the weight of water, and the city knows it. Sorcha MacLeod stood before the Chief Engineer, her hands resting on the cold steel of the inspection table, the smell of wet wool and ozone thick in the air. She had come to clear her name after the death of her junior, Ewan, by proving the gas leak was a mechanical failure, not her negligence. The Chief, a man...
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