The Distant Threshold

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The dream was always the same, a breathing exhalation of dust and rot that Elias Vane felt in the marrow of his bones before he opened his eyes to the gray, wet light of the manor’s west wing. He lay in the narrow bed that had been his for twenty years, the sheets stiff with age, listening to the house settle around him, the timber groaning like a living thing in pain, and he knew with a...

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