The Distant Threshold

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The rain in the valley of Aethelgard did not fall so much as it descended, a slow, deliberate weeping of the sky that turned the cobblestones of the Market Square into mirrors of slate and ash, reflecting the dim, gas-lit faces of those who lingered too long in the twilight, watching the world dissolve into a grey, wet nothingness. Elias Thorne stood beneath the awning of the shuttered...

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