The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it precipitated, a heavy, industrial gray sludge that coated the shoulders of Sergeant Elias Thorne in a layer of cold, wet grit, while the sky above the fractured horizon of the valley churned with clouds that looked less like weather and more like the bruised flesh of a dying giant. He stood knee-deep in a swamp that had once been a meadow, the water rising...

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