The Distant Threshold

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The frost bit. Hard. Silent. Kael pulled his cloak tight. The wool itched. Raw. He walked the black path. Snow dusted the dead leaves. Grey. Lifeless. Like his own hands. Gloves were gone. Fingerprints only. He sought the Beast. Not a name. A shape. A threat. The village slept. Breath fogged. Cold. He was the Shield. Broken. Dented. The elders spoke of justice. They pointed at the woods. "Kill...

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