The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-18 01:13:32 -

The iron gate of the Abbey of St. Jude did not rust so much as it decayed, flaking away in sheets of orange dust that settled on my shoulders like the ash of a fire long extinguished. I stood in the courtyard, the air thick with the scent of wet stone and rotting ivy, and felt the weight of the lantern in my hand, a heavy, cold anchor dragging me down into the gloom. I am a man who has spent...

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