The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-17 14:53:00 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain stitching the moors to the sky. Elias stood at the edge of the ridge, his boots sinking into the wet turf. He was not a large man, nor particularly young, but the coat he wore seemed to swallow him. It was a heavy thing, wool so thick it had turned to stone with age, the buttons darkened by decades of sweat and rain. This was not merely...

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