The Distant Threshold

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The rain had not stopped for three days, and the smell of wet wool and old parchment hung thick in the scriptorium of the Abbey of St. Jude. Elias, a scribe of forty years whose hands had long since forgotten the softness of his own skin, sat before the ledger of Lord Aldric Thorne, the current master of the valley. He needed the lineage verified, a simple bureaucratic act to secure the land...

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