The Distant Threshold
The ivy had grown through the floorboards, through the mortar, through the very bones of the castle, holding the structure together not by support but by a slow, suffocating embrace that whispered of roots drinking deep into the earth below. Elias Vane stood in the center of the great hall, his hands clasped behind his back, his fingers white with the strain of his own restraint, watching the...
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