The Distant Threshold

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The rain has not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey sheet that blurs the edges of the mill town and turns the cobblestones into slick, treacherous mirrors. You stand in the center of the town square, the mud of your boots caked high to the calf, and watch the steam rise from the grates where the streetlamps burn their pale, weak yellow. You are the only man here who is not afraid of the...

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