The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it seeped into the stones of the mill, a slow, persistent weeping that turned the air into a heavy, gray slurry which clung to the skin of Elias Thorne like a second, damp garment. He sat at the head of the long oak table in the center of the workshop, his hands resting on the surface, fingers splayed wide as if trying to hold down the rising tide of wood...

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