The Distant Threshold
The rain had been falling for three days, a cold and persistent sheet that turned the mud of the road into a sucking, viscous pit that threatened to swallow my boots with every step I took. I was walking toward the Blackwood Estate, a journey that had taken four hours on horseback but now felt like an eternity on foot because my mare had been struck by a bolt of lightning—or so the locals...
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