The Distant Threshold

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The letter in Elias Thorne’s hand was not paper. It was a thin, translucent sheet of something that felt like dried skin, cool and slightly damp against his thumb. He had been holding it for three hours, walking through the mud of the Blackwood Pass, and the ink on the page had begun to move, crawling like beetles across the grid lines he had drawn with such meticulous care. Elias was a...

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