The Distant Threshold

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The mud sucked at the boots. It was a cold, heavy thing. It pulled at every step. Thomas did not look up. He looked only at the boots of the man in front. It was a long road. It wound through the black pine forest. The trees were tall and silent. They watched with dead eyes. The air smelled of wet earth and iron. Thomas was young. His face was pale. His hands shook in the gloved leather. He...

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