The Distant Threshold

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The candle burned low. The wax pooled. It smelled of tallow and old fear. Silas sat in the dark. His hands shook. Not from cold. From waiting. The stone walls wept. Damp air clung to his skin. He was a guard. A keeper of keys. A servant of the Law. The Law was cold. The Law was stone. The Law did not sleep. Silas did not sleep. He listened. The wind howled outside. It sounded like a beast. It...

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