The Distant Threshold

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The coat was brown, not in the way of earth or rust, but in the way of old tea stains, deep and permanent, soaking into the wool until the fabric had lost all memory of its original shape. It hung on the hook by the back door, a limp, heavy thing that seemed to sag under the weight of its own history. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the kitchen, his hands trembling slightly as he adjusted...

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