The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-25 13:27:05 -

The gate was rusted shut, the hinges swollen with three years of neglect, and Elias Thorne stood before it with his left hand hanging limp at his side, the skin there a dull, pulsing red that had no business being visible. He had not cut himself. He had not broken the skin against the iron. Yet the blood welled up, thick and warm, soaking through the cuff of his uniform shirt, a steady,...

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