The Distant Threshold

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The mist in the North Marsh does not clear; it thickens, a gray wool that swallows the horizon and erases the line between water and sky. I am Elias, a border warden of thirty-two years, and I have been tracking Silas for three days. He stole the White Deer, a creature that does not belong to any hunter’s ledger, and for this, the High Court has sent its magistrates to see me hanged. I do not...

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