The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray mist that smelled of wet wool and old iron, clinging to the shoulders of the travelers as they moved away from the heavy oak doors of the Abbey of Saint Jude. Elias Thorne, a man whose life had been a quiet accumulation of ledgers and silent prayers, watched his sister’s carriage dissolve into the fog with a feeling that was...

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