The Distant Threshold
The rain lashed against the high, arched windows of the Citadel of St. Jude, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to vibrate through the very stone foundations of the fortress, a sound that had become so intrinsic to the life of Commander Elias Thorne that he could no longer distinguish it from the beating of his own heart, a heart that had long since ceased to belong to him entirely but...
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