The Distant Threshold

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The frost had eaten through the wool of Corporal Elias Thorne’s tunic, a creeping, crystalline hunger that turned his joints into rusted hinges, yet he did not shiver, for the cold was no longer a sensation but a physical weight, a leaden anchor dragging him toward the center of the room, where the old oak table stood as a monolith of silence and decay. He stood there, his hands resting on the...

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