The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-19 06:10:46 -

The rain fell in sheets of iron. It drummed against the slate roof of the keep, a relentless percussion that drowned out the world below. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and old stone. Thomas stood by the hearth. His hands were steady. He held the ledger. It was a heavy book. Bound in leather. The pages were yellowed. He did not look at the flames. He looked at the door....

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