The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a static charge of gray water that turned the mud of the ridge into a slick, black mirror reflecting the bruised sky. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the treeline, his rifle slung low, the weight of the iron a familiar, cold anchor against his hip. He was a man carved from the same hard, weathered wood as the pines surrounding him,...

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