The Distant Threshold

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The rain fell in sheets. It hammered the glass of the watchtower. Inside, the air was thick. It smelled of damp wool and old metal. Elias stood by the window. He held his rifle. The wood was warm. It felt like a limb. His own limb. He looked out. The city sprawled below. Gray. Silent. The buildings were monoliths. They swallowed the light. The streets were empty. No cars. No people. Just the...

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