The Distant Threshold

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The train hissed into the station of Blackwood, a sound like a dying breath dragged through gravel. Elias Thorne stepped off the carriage, his boots sinking slightly into the wet gravel of the platform. The air here was thick, not just with the autumn damp, but with a static charge that made the hair on his arms stand on end. He carried a single leather satchel, worn soft by years of travel,...

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