The Distant Threshold
The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of silver needles that blurred the boundary between the earth and the sky. In this place, where the laws of physics had grown soft and dreamlike, Elias stood at the edge of a precipice that seemed to cut through the fabric of the world itself. He was twelve years old, though he wore the armor of a man who had already lived a century....
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