The Distant Threshold

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You arrive at the Abbey of St. Jude in the waning light of late autumn, the air thick with the scent of rotting leaves and damp stone. The gates are not locked, but they are heavy, iron-banded oak that groans against the hinges with a sound like a dying man’s breath. You are twelve, a boy of sharp elbows and silent observations, sent here by your father, a man who speaks of you in the third...

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