The Distant Threshold

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The letter lay on the desk, the ink still damp, smelling of iron and wet wool. Elias Thorne read the final line, the one that confirmed the pattern, and then he looked at his wrist. A fresh scratch, thin and red, had appeared overnight. He had woken from the dream again, the one where a heavy iron gate stood at the end of a long, muddy path, locked from the outside. In the dream, he could not...

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