The Distant Threshold

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The train hissed through the fog, a long, iron serpent shedding steam into the grey morning air. Elias sat in the corner of the third-class carriage, his coat buttoned to the throat, his eyes fixed on the rhythm of the wheels. Beside him, a small, brass-bound box rested on the seat, cold to the touch. It was not a lockbox for secrets, nor a case for tools, but a vessel for the weight of his own...

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