The Distant Threshold

added blog Literature

2026-08-18 10:41:16 -

The fire in the great hearth of Blackwood Manor had burned low, leaving only a bed of embers that glowed with a faint, dying pulse against the cold stone. Outside, the autumn wind stripped the last copper leaves from the oaks, scattering them across the gravel drive like rusted coins. I sat in the shadows of the library, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword, though I had not drawn it in...

0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews