The Distant Threshold

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The silk thread, thin as a spider’s last prayer and stiff with the damp of the cellar, hung taut between Elias Thorne’s trembling fingers, a bridge he was terrified of crossing. He held it there, suspending it in the stale, grain-scented air of the Blackwood Mill’s lower level, where the stone walls sweated condensation that tasted of iron and old rot. Behind him, the ancient loom, a beast of...

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