The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey veil that turned the moor into a bruised and breathing entity, and in the center of this wet, shivering silence stood Elias Thorne, his boots sinking into the peat with a sound like a soft, wet gasp, his hands bound not by rope but by the sheer, crushing weight of his own memory, a burden he had carried so long it had calcified into...

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