The Distant Threshold

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The taste of iron filled my mouth. It was the taste of the earth I had been digging. My hands were raw, the skin torn away to reveal the pink, wet meat beneath. I did not care. I dug. The shrike screamed above, a high, thin note that cut through the fog. It was not a song. It was a warning. I am Sergeant Elias Thorne. I have served in the mines of Appalachia. I have served in the trenches of...

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