The Distant Threshold
"Look at him." I looked. The man stood by the stone wall. He wore my coat. He had my scar. He held my sword. "Is it him?" I asked. "Ask him," said Silas. I walked forward. The gravel crunched. It sounded like bones. "Who are you?" I said. The man turned. His face was my face. But the eyes were wrong. They were cold. They were old. "I am the Captain," he said. "You are a thief," I said. He...
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