The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, grey curtain that erased the horizon and turned the world into a series of damp, indistinguishable rectangles of stone and shadow, where the air tasted of iron and old, wet wool, and the only sound was the rhythmic, mournful thrum of water striking the slate roof of the watchtower, a sound that had become so constant and pervasive to Elias...

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