The Distant Threshold

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The hunger was not in my belly, but in the marrow, a cold, metallic thing that had settled into the bones of my body like a secondary skeleton. I had not eaten in three days, and the rain, which fell with the relentless, gray persistence of a judgment, did nothing to soften the ache. I was a Ranger of the Northern Watch, a title that once carried the weight of honor and the promise of a steady...

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