The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-18 11:24:19 -

The frost had crept into the marrow of the old manor, a white silence that pressed against the leaded glass and turned the breath of the inhabitants into small, fleeting ghosts. Thomas, who was no older than twelve, stood at the center of the great hall, his small frame rigid against the draft that howled through the broken shutters. The air tasted of iron and stale wood, a metallic tang that...

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