The Distant Threshold

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The door was not a door. It was a seam in the air. I stood before it. My hand trembled. The leather of my glove creaked. I had worn it for three days. Three days of silence. Three days of waiting. The order had come down. From the High Table. From the men who sat in the dark. They did not speak. They only pointed. And I had moved. Always I had moved. I am a man of the Wall. Not a soldier. A...

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