The Distant Threshold
The iron taste of the air was the first thing that woke Elias, a metallic tang that coated the back of his throat before his eyes even opened. He lay rigid in the center of the bed, the duvet pulled tight to his chin, listening to the silence that had replaced the steady, rhythmic breathing of Mara. For twelve years, that breath had been the metronome of his life, a quiet assurance that the...
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