The Distant Threshold

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The light in the basement chamber was the color of old bruise, a dull violet that seeped through the high, barred windows at an angle that suggested late afternoon, though the sun had not touched the ground in three days. Elias Thorne sat on a wooden stool, his hands wrapped around a cup of tea that had long since gone cold, counting the stitches in the hem of his tunic. One, two, three. The...

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