The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey curtain. Thick. Silent. Inside the stone hall, the air tasted of iron and old wool. Thomas stood by the hearth. He watched the fire die. It was a small thing. A spark. A coal. He wore the armor. It fit. Too well. The leather creaked with every breath he took. "You look thin," said his brother. Elias sat on the floor. He held a bowl of broth. The steam...

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