The Distant Threshold

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The air in the tavern tasted of stale beer and copper. It was thick, a heavy blanket that suffocated the lungs. Elias Thorne wiped a glass. The cloth squeaked. He wiped it again. The glass remained cloudy. Outside, the rain lashed against the windowpane. It sounded like fingers tapping a hurried rhythm. Inside, the fire crackled. It popped. It hissed. Elias looked at his hands. They were rough....

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