The Distant Threshold

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The rain fell in sheets. Grey. Cold. It soaked through the wool of Silas Thorne’s coat. He walked the road. Mud clung to his boots. Heavy. Sticky. The path wound through the hills. Towards the Abbey. The stone walls loomed. Black. Wet. Silent. Silas was a man of few words. He carried a ledger. Bound in leather. Cracked. He opened it. The pages were damp. The ink blurred. He looked at the names....

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