The Distant Threshold

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The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, turning the muddy road into a slurry that sucked at the boots of the travelers. Aldric stood beneath the awning of a crumbling waystation, his back to the wall, watching the world dissolve into grey. He was an old man, his face a map of deep lines carved by wind and worry, his eyes sharp beneath heavy brows. He held a walking stick, worn smooth by...

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