The Distant Threshold

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The fog was thick. It tasted of iron and old salt. I stood on the deck of the *Aethelgard*. The ship was a ghost. It had no hull, only a skeleton of bone and white wood. My brother, Julian, stood beside me. He wore armor of black glass. It reflected nothing. Not the sea. Not the sky. Not us. "Did you bring it?" he asked. His voice was dry. Like leaves scraping stone. I reached into my tunic. My...

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