The Distant Threshold

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The frost had turned the heather into a brittle skeleton, cracking under the weight of Thomas’s boots with a sound like dry bones snapping. He stood at the edge of the village square, his hand resting on the pommel of a sword that felt heavier than it had that morning, his breath pluming in the cold air that smelled of woodsmoke and impending rain. Beside him stood Alistair, a man whose face...

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