The Distant Threshold

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The rain fell on the valley of Kael with a persistence that felt less like weather and more like a judgment, a grey, relentless drumming that turned the mud into a thick, sucking paste for the boots of the men who marched through it. Thomas Bradshaw led the column, his armor dented and dark with the rust of old blood and newer rain, the heavy steel plates clinking against each other with a...

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