The Distant Threshold

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless gray curtain that turned the stone walls of the manor into weeping faces. Elara stood in the center of the Great Hall, her hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the silence. The air smelled of wet wool, old blood, and the metallic tang of fear. She was a woman of thirty winters, yet her body felt like it had been worn...

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