The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-20 15:10:00 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that clung to the stone walls of the old abbey, turning the damp moss into something that looked less like plant life and more like the exposed, wet nerves of the earth. You stood in the center of the nave, your feet bare on the cold flagstones, the air tasting of iron and old incense. It was a strange place to work, this...

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