The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-22 04:12:06 -

The rain hammered against the thatch of the inn, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to drown out the thought itself. "Did you do it?" The question hung in the air, thick and cold, smelling of wet wool and stale ale. Elias Vane did not look up from his hands. They were wrapped around a mug of hot cider, the ceramic warm against his palms, the only comfort in the freezing room. He was a...

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