The Distant Threshold

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The iron key was cold, slick with moisture that had nothing to do with the damp air. Thomas held it in his right hand, his fingers wrapped tight around the shank, while his left hand hung by his side, trembling with a force that seemed to come from the floor itself. He was twelve, thin as a reed, and his eyes were wide, reflecting the single candle that burned on the stone table before him....

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