The Distant Threshold

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The shears hung heavy in Elias Thorne’s grip, the metal cold and dull against the calloused pads of his fingers, the smell of old wool and damp stone rising from the floorboards to coat the back of his throat. He held the instrument up to the light filtering through the high, arched window of the loom room, turning the blade so the faint pitting along the edge caught the grey morning, a flaw he...

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