The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-17 18:34:22 -

The rain did not fall. It was pushed. I felt it on my face. Cold. Hard. I stood in the courtyard. Mud. Stone. My dress was soaked. I did not care. Thomas was there. He held the lantern. The flame danced. It shook. "Run, Elara," he said. His voice was low. Broken. I looked at him. His eyes were wide. Fear. Not for me. For what came next. I did not run. I waited. The house loomed. The Old Hall....

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