The Distant Threshold

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The rain in the valley of Keth had a taste, sharp and metallic, like blood on the tongue or iron filings ground into the soil. It fell not in drops but in a heavy, suspended mist that clung to the clothes of the townspeople, turning their coats into stiff, dark armor. In the center of this grey soup stood the church, its spire lost in the clouds, and at its foot, Eleanor Vance stood holding a...

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