The Distant Threshold

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Thomas. The name was not a call but a summons, dragged across the damp stone floor of the scriptorium like a heavy chain. The Abbot stood in the doorway, his shadow falling long and thin across the workbench where Thomas had been hunched over the alabaster bowl. The light in the room was failing, the afternoon sun stripped away by the thick glass of the windows, leaving only the sputter of the...

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