The Distant Threshold

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The storm broke the ridge at dawn. It was not a gentle rain, but a violent, scouring deluge that turned the highland moors into a churning sea of grey mud and heather. I held the satchel against my chest. It was heavy. Inside, the vials clinked softly against one another, a cold, rhythmic percussion that matched the beating of my own frantic heart. My brother, Arthur, was dying. Or so the...

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