The Distant Threshold

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The water was black and thick as oil, churning against the hull with a sound like heavy breathing. Elias sat at the bow, his hands gripping the wet wood until his knuckles turned the color of old bone. He was fighting the current, or perhaps the current was fighting him, but there was no distinction left to make. The boat was small, a rotting thing of pine and tar that smelled of rot and old...

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