The Distant Threshold

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The rain hit the asphalt in gray sheets. It smelled of wet wool and iron. Kael stood by the curb. His coat was soaked through. He looked at the woman in the taxi. Her name was Elara. She sat in the back seat. She did not look at him. She stared out the window. Her reflection was a ghost in the glass. Kael raised a hand. He let it drop. The taxi pulled away. The taillights vanished into the...

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