The Distant Threshold

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The boy’s name was called out in the cold, a sharp bark that cut through the damp air of the cloister, and Thomas Bradshaw looked up from the stone steps where he had been shivering, his fingers numb around the leather satchel that contained the only thing he had left. He was twelve years old, small for his age, with the hollow cheeks of a child who had not eaten a full meal in three days, and...

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