The Distant Threshold
Elara. The name hung in the air of the town hall, sharp and accusatory, spoken by Silas before the council members had even finished shuffling their papers. I stood at the front of the room, my hands clasped so tightly my knuckles turned the color of old bone, and waited for the words to come. They did not. My mouth opened, but no sound emerged. The silence that followed was not empty; it was a...
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