The Distant Threshold

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The bell in the tower of St. Jude’s did not ring so much as it groaned, a low, resonant moan that seemed to rise from the wet earth itself rather than the bronze clapper above. It was the third day of the rain, and the castle walls, ancient and slick with moss, wept constantly into the moat. Lord Alistair Vane stood at the center of the Great Hall, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that...

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