The Distant Threshold
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, cold mist that settled on the shoulders of the world and refused to lift. Elias moved through it with the slow, deliberate gait of a man who has long since stopped trying to outrun his own shadow. He was a stranger in the valley, a refugee from a war whose name had been forgotten by the victors and the vanquished alike. His coat was heavy...
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