The Distant Threshold

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The wind screamed through the gables. It was a sound like tearing silk. Silas Ashworth pressed his back against the cold stone wall. His breath came in short, sharp gasps. The air tasted of iron and old blood. He held the iron key in his left hand. His right hand gripped the hilt of his sword. The blade was notched. It had seen too much. He was a guard of the old order. The Order of the Silver...

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