The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended curtain of silver mist that smelled of wet iron and crushed thyme, and through this veil, Sergeant Elias Thorne walked the ridge, his boots sinking into the soft, dark earth as if the ground itself were trying to swallow him whole, while the wind whispered through the skeletal branches of the pines, a sound like the dry rattle of...

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