The Distant Threshold

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The glass vial was heavy in Elias’s hand, heavier than the tincture inside had any right to be. It hummed against his palm, a low, persistent vibration that traveled up his wrist and settled in the marrow of his shoulder. Outside the window, the wind stripped the last brown leaves from the elm trees, scraping against the slate roof with a sound like dry fingernails on a chalkboard. Mara lay on...

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