The Distant Threshold

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The blood was thick. It tasted of iron and old pennies, a copper tang that coated the back of his throat. Silas wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. The leather of his gauntlet cracked. He stood in the center of the great hall. The floorboards groaned under his weight. They were ancient oak. They remembered every footstep since the castle’s founding. Now they remembered only his. "Get up,...

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