The Distant Threshold
Between the house and the sea, there was a wall. Not the grand kind with iron gates and marble pillars, but something older and quieter—a low stone barrier worn smooth by decades of salt wind, hiding behind it the tangled remains of a garden that had given up on itself years ago. Elias Thornfield knew every crack in that wall. He had traced them with his fingers since he was old enough to walk...
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