The Distant Threshold

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Thomas. The name was not shouted, but it carried the weight of a stone dropped into a deep well, echoing up from the cold floor of the scriptorium. Brother Thomas looked up from his desk, his fingers stained black to the second knuckle, and saw Abbot Silas standing in the doorway, his face a mask of institutional patience that was rapidly cracking. The air in the room was thick with the smell...

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