The Distant Threshold

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The ink is wet, Elias. Elias Thorne looked up from the ledger, his fingers stained black to the knuckles. The damp stone of the Abbey of St. Jude pressed against his back, a cold, living weight that seeped through the wool of his robe. He had been in the archives for three days, cataloging the final, forbidden volume of the Order’s history, a task the Abbot had assigned him with the casual...

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