The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-22 14:03:20 -

The oak split. It did not break. It wept. The grain gave way in a long, slow sigh, shedding shavings that curled into the air like dry leaves in a windless autumn. Margaret stood in the center of the great hall, her hands still wrapped around the handle of the mallet. The wood was her own. It had grown from the seed she had planted in the garden wall, twenty years ago. Now it was a column in...

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