The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-19 22:07:16 -

The soup was thick, a slurry of turnips and bone broth that had simmered in the blackened iron pot until it had the consistency of wet earth. Thomas sat on the straw pallet in the corner of the cell, his back against the damp stone, holding the clay bowl with hands that trembled not from cold, though the winter wind howled through the cracks in the mortar, but from a profound, marrow-deep...

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