The Distant Threshold

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The rain fell in heavy, gray sheets against the small window of the watchtower, blurring the world outside into a smear of mud and stone. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and old iron. Elias Thorne sat on the cold stone floor, his back against the rough wall, his hands resting in his lap. They were steady hands, though they had trembled for the first time in three years when...

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