The Distant Threshold

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The fog did not roll in. It settled, like a shroud draped over the shoulders of the world. Silas Kaine walked the wet cobblestones of the village square. His boots clicked a hollow rhythm against the stone. He was a man of the law, though the law here was old and strange. It was the law of the Abbey. He wore a coat of heavy wool, dark as dried blood. The air tasted of iron and wet moss. He...

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