The Distant Threshold
The final invoice for the structural restoration of St. Jude’s Chapel sat on your desk, a crisp white rectangle that felt heavier than the concrete slabs you had spent the last eighteen months reinforcing, and you stared at the signature line where your name was already printed, waiting for the ink to dry before the winter freeze could set the cracks in the old stone. You were Elias Thorne,...
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