The Distant Threshold

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I Lucia Orsini’s fingers were already deep in the grease of the ledger’s binding. The State Repository smelled of damp wool and the metallic tang of old ink. She was forty-two, and her hands moved with the mechanical precision of a woman who had spent two decades cataloging other people’s debts. The fiscal deadline was three days away. The Meridian Bank files were the last of them. A cold snap...

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