The Distant Threshold

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The rain fell on the cobblestones of the old quarter, washing the mud into the gutters in thick, brown ribbons. Elias Thorne stood under the eave of the apothecary, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. It was a gesture of habit, not threat. The blade was dull. He had not sharpened it in three days. Not since the fever took his sister, Elara. He watched a dog trot past, its fur matted and...

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