The Distant Threshold

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The mist in the valley of St. Aldhelm’s did not merely obscure the world; it devoured it, a thick, opalescent fog that smelled of wet stone and ancient, rotting peat, sealing the monastery’s cloistered gardens in a silence so profound it seemed to have weight. Brother Anselm, a man whose mind was a vast, ordered library of natural philosophy and whose hands were stained permanently with the ink...

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