The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-17 14:52:07 -

The rain fell in sheets. It hammered against the stained glass. The chapel was old. The stone was cold. Elias stood in the nave. He was alone. His hands shook. Not from fear. From cold. The candles flickered. The wax pooled on the altar. It looked like blood. It looked like tears. He did not blink. The air was thick. It smelled of wet wool. It smelled of rot. It smelled of the earth below. The...

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