The Distant Threshold

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The morning the river changed its mind, it did so with a sound like a great, wet exhale, a low moan that rolled down from the highlands where the mist still clung to the granite like a shroud, settling over the village of Aethelgard with a chill that no woolen coat could quite dispel. Elias stood at the edge of the quay, his small hands gripping the rough-hewn wood until his knuckles turned the...

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