The Distant Threshold

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The letter lay on the oak table, its seal unbroken, the wax dark as dried blood under the gaslight. Elias Thorne held the paper with a tremor that had nothing to do with the cold, his fingers stained with the fine, white dust of the spire model he had spent three months carving. Outside, the wind battered the manor’s ancient windows, rattling the leaded panes in their iron frames, a sound that...

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