The Distant Threshold
Elias woke with the taste of ash in his mouth. The dream had been sharp, a needle in the eye. He saw his brother, Julian, standing at the edge of the dark water. Julian wore the coat. The blue wool coat. It looked heavy, wet, sinking into the mud. Elias blinked. The light in the room was gray. Thin. It cut through the dust motes. He sat up. The bed creaked. He looked at the empty space beside...
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