The Distant Threshold

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The fog rolled off the moor like a burial shroud, swallowing the stone walls of the Abbey of St. Jude before Elias Thorne’s boots even touched the gravel path. He was thirty-two, sharp-featured and cold-eyed, a royal inquisitor whose reputation rested on the ability to find the rot in holy places. He wanted only one thing: a clean report. Abbot Cael was dead, the monks were whispering of...

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