The Distant Threshold

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The blood on your left hand is not yours. It is warm, wet, and clinging, a stark crimson against the pale, worn leather of your gauntlet. You do not pull away. To pull away would be to admit that the weight of the sword in your right hand has grown too heavy, that the iron taste in your mouth is a sign of failure rather than discipline. You stand in the center of the great hall of the Citadel...

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