The Distant Threshold

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The iron gate of the Blackwood estate did not creak; it groaned, a low, tectonic sound that seemed to rise from the earth itself. Elias Thorne stood before it, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his wool overcoat, the fabric worn thin at the elbows. He was a man who had spent thirty years running from the weight of his own hands, and now, at the threshold of the house where he had once...

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