The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-19 09:41:37 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the muddy road that wound up from the valley floor into a slick, treacherous ribbon of brown sludge that clung to the soles of my boots and sucked at my weight with every step, a persistent, viscous grip that made me feel as though the earth itself were trying to hold me down, to keep me from reaching the stone gate of the Abbey of St. Jude which...

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