The Distant Threshold

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The fog was thick. It tasted of iron. It tasted of old blood. Thomas walked. His boots were wet. The mud sucked at his heels. It pulled. It held. He was twelve. He was small. He was quiet. Beside him walked Elias. Elias was tall. Elias was old. Elias smelled of woodsmoke and rain. They did not speak. The silence was heavy. It pressed against Thomas’s ears. It hummed. A low, dark hum. "Stop,"...

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