The Distant Threshold

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The iron bit of the horse chattered against the rider’s teeth, a rhythmic, metallic scream that matched the pounding of his own heart. It was not a warhorse, but a lean, gray beast named Silas, and the rider was not a knight, though he wore the dented, rust-spotted helm of one. He was Thomas Bradshaw, a man who had spent his life measuring the world in inches of law and fathoms of silence, now...

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