The Distant Threshold

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The fog did not merely obscure the world; it consumed it, a thick, gray wool that pulled at Edward Ashworth’s lungs with every labored breath, tasting of iron and old rain, while the hands of the woman he had sworn to protect, or perhaps to stop, moved with a terrible, fluid grace against the coarse wool of his uniform, her fingers digging into the meat of his forearms as if she were trying to...

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