The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall. It hung. It suspended the world in a gray, viscous film. The air tasted of iron and wet stone. Elias stood at the edge of the moor. He held the bundle. It was heavy. It pulsed against his chest. He had walked for three days. The path was gone. The map was useless. The compass spun wildly, its needle trembling like a broken bone. He was a prisoner of his own guilt. The...

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