The Distant Threshold

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The smell hits you first, sharp and cloying, like wet wool soaked in old blood. You are in the cellar, the stone walls sweating with the damp chill of the approaching solstice, and the ink in your well has begun to stiffen into a black crust. You are Brother Elias, a scribe of forty years, and you are trying to write your final confession before the winter dark sets in. You want to clear your...

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