The Distant Threshold

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The belt snapped. It happened mid-swing. The leather, thick and oiled, whipped away from my hand. It flew. It hit the wall. It stuck. I stopped. My breath was a rattle in my chest. The air smelled of iron and wet wool. "Did you see that?" I asked. Silence. Then, a laugh. Low. Dry. Like stones grinding together. "You missed," said Elias. I looked at him. He stood by the door. His coat was open....

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