The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall. It hung. It suspended in the air like a fine, gray mist, clinging to the skin, dampening the hair, soaking into the bones. The window was sealed. The door was locked. Outside, the world continued its indifferent rotation. Inside, the silence was a living thing. Elias stood in the center of the room. He was not a large man. His frame was lean, carved by years of discipline...

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