The Distant Threshold

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the old manor into slick, dark mirrors that reflected the dying light of the afternoon. Elias stood in the center of the grand hall, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had not tasted blood in a decade. He was a man who carried his history in the architecture of his body, a stillness that was not peace but a held...

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