The Distant Threshold

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Thomas. The name was not a summons but a verdict, spoken by the Abbot with the flat, administrative precision of a man reading a ledger of debts. It hung in the damp air of the cellar, heavier than the stone above us, and you felt the weight of it settle into your shoulders, a physical compression that made your breath shallow and tight. You stood before the Abbot, a man of forty years whose...

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