The Distant Threshold

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The stone was cold. It bit into my knuckles. I knelt in the nave. Dust motes danced in the shaft of grey light. I was old. My joints screamed. The abbey floor was slick with damp. I had come to find the truth. Or perhaps to confirm it. The bell tolled. One. Two. Three. The sound vibrated in my teeth. It was a low, mournful note. It spoke of death. It spoke of time. I was Thomas. I was the...

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