The Distant Threshold

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The sky cracked like an egg. Not with thunder, but with a silent, jagged tear that bled gold across the heavens of the old manor. The dust rose. It did not fall. It hung in the air, a thick, amber fog that smelled of burnt honey and iron. Elias stood in the center of the Great Hall. He was not running. Running was for those who believed they had somewhere else to be. Elias had nowhere. He was a...

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