The Distant Threshold

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Chapter One Zdenek’s left hand was already in the wood. He stood at the edge of the karst, the wind cutting through his thin coat, and pulled. The bark did not give. It held him with the cold, wet grip of a dead root. He looked down at his fingers, which had turned the color of old ash, and felt the first crack split his knuckle. A sharp, hot pain shot up his arm, but he did not cry out. He was...

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