The Distant Threshold

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The dream was cold. Kael woke in the snow. He was a sword. Not a man. A blade of steel. Cold and bright. He lay in the sleet. The ground was black. The sky was grey. He tried to move. He could not. He was fixed. Driven deep. A weight pressed him. The earth held him. He was the threshold. The barrier. The line. Between here and there. Between life and death. Between good and evil. He knew this....

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