The Distant Threshold

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world against the slate windows of the watchtower. Major Elias Thorne sat in the high chair, his back rigid against the cold iron, his eyes fixed on the flickering candle that served as his only companion in the damp silence. He was a man carved from the same stone as the fortress he guarded, his...

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