The Distant Threshold

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The feast had ended. Candle wax pooled in black rivers across the table. Silence hung heavy. Thick as wool. Cold. Elias sat alone. His hands trembled. Not from fear. From cold. He looked at his left hand. The fingers. They moved on their own. A subtle twitch. A betrayal. He had studied hands for thirty years. Professor of anatomy. A title that felt like a shroud now. The room was his father’s...

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