The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey mist that clung to the stone walls of the Citadel like a shroud that refused to be shed, and within this damp, breathing silence, Captain Elias Thorne stood before the High Magistrate, his hands bound not by rope or iron but by the heavy, suffocating weight of the crimson sash he wore around his waist, a garment that had once...

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