The Distant Threshold

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The bell did not ring. It hummed. A low, vibrating thrum that traveled through the stone floor and up into the marrow of Warden Silas’s bones. He woke in the dark, or what passed for dark in the cell block. The air tasted of iron and stale bread. He lay still. His hand, heavy and scarred, rested on the iron rations plate. It was cold. It was always cold. But now it felt heavy. Too heavy. He...

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