The Distant Threshold
The frost had settled thick and white upon the cobblestones of the courtyard, a silence that felt heavy as wet wool, as if the air itself were holding its breath in anticipation of a judgment that would never come. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the stone wall, his fingers wrapped tightly around the handle of his walking stick, the wood worn smooth and dark by decades of his own sweat and...
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