The Distant Threshold

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The fog tasted of copper and old ash, a metallic tang that coated Elias’s tongue before he even registered the grey curtain closing in around him. He was twelve, though the years had stretched and warped in this valley, making him feel ancient in his small, aching body, and he walked with the heavy, deliberate pace of someone carrying a burden that weighed more than his bones. In his pocket,...

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