The Distant Threshold

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The rain fell in sheets of gray iron, hammering against the high, arched windows of the Abbey of St. Jude, a place where the stone itself seemed to breathe with the damp chill of centuries. You stood in the center of the scriptorium, the air thick with the scent of oak gall and the metallic tang of blood, your hand wrapped in a bandage that was already darkening with a fresh weeping. Your right...

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