The Distant Threshold

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Elara. The name was not spoken but dragged from the air by the wind, a sound like a rope snapping against stone. Elara stood in the doorway of the Baron’s manor, her hands raw and split from the cold, waiting for the summons that had taken three hours to arrive. The village midwife, she was, a title that carried the weight of every birth and every death in the valley, yet here, in the shadow of...

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