The Distant Threshold

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The frost had begun to creep into the stone walls of the Abbey, a white creep that matched the pallor of my hands as I sat in the scriptorium, the inkwell before me like a small, dark eye watching my inaction. Outside, the winter wind howled through the broken arches of the cloister, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones, a constant reminder of the cold that had settled deep...

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