The Distant Threshold

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, gray rhythm against the windows of the cottage, a sound that seemed to seep into the bones of the house and, by extension, into the bones of Elias Thorne. He sat in the armchair by the cold hearth, his hands resting on his knees, fingers stained with the dark, rust-colored residue of the object in his pocket. It was a compass,...

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