The Distant Threshold

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The rain had stopped, but the air still tasted of wet stone and old blood. I stood at the edge of the gate, my hand resting on the cold iron. Beside me, Thomas adjusted his collar. He was my shield, my brother in arms, and the only man who looked at me without pity. He had followed me here, into the fog that rolled off the black water, because I had told him that this was the only way to save...

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