The Distant Threshold
Did the stone lie, or did the ink? Marianna Cieslak asked the question to the empty room. She was forty years old, a junior archivist in the old quarter of Kraków, and she had spent the last three days trying to clear her brother Tomasz’s name. The municipal tribunal had ruled the case closed in 1998. They said Tomasz killed the village elder. Marianna knew he didn’t. She just didn’t know how...
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