The Distant Threshold
Chapter One Enzo Rinaldi was already halfway up the ladder when the dream of the locked door dissolved, leaving his hands raw and his breath sharp in the cool air. He stood on the second rung, gripping the wood, looking out over the olive terraces of the hill town where the sea had shrunk to a salt-white line in the distance. The estate, a crumbling Gothic relic of stone and shadow, sat below...
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