The Distant Threshold

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Act I The oaks in the Highlands do not merely stand; they hold the ground together. I have spent thirty years listening to the creak of their roots, a sound like a settling house, a gasp that precedes the storm. I am Gil Paisley, and I am dying by inches, my sight failing in the dark corners of my mind while the trees grow fat on my attention. Elara, the archivist with ink-stained fingers and a...

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