The Distant Threshold

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The bell in the tower of St. Jude’s struck four, a sound that vibrated in the marrow of Elias’s bones. He did not look up from the parchment. His hand moved, a spasm of will overriding the dead weight of his fingers, dragging the quill across the vellum. The ink was black, thick, and warm. It flowed only when his heart beat in time with the tolling bell, a rhythm he had learned twenty years ago...

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