The Distant Threshold

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The candle flame in the archive room did not flicker; it simply refused to die, burning with a steady, pale intensity that cast Elias Thorne’s shadow long and distorted against the stone wall. Elias, forty years old and feeling fifty, pressed a hand against his lower back where the joints had begun to grind like rusted hinges, a pain that the physicians called the wasting and the priests called...

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