The Distant Threshold

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The rain had been falling for three days. It slicked the cobblestones of the village square into a dark, reflective mirror. I stood at the edge of the gate. My boots were heavy. The leather was wet. I adjusted the strap of my shoulder holster. The metal bit into my skin. Behind me, the house waited. It was a large stone structure. Old. The windows were dark. My daughter, Elara, was inside. She...

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