The Distant Threshold

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The iron bar of the gate shrieked against the stone archway, a sound like a dying beast, as I hammered the final wedge into the wood, sealing the door of my forge just as the first drops of the autumn rain began to streak the grey sky of Blackwood Hollow. I did not look up to see who had arrived, for I knew the weight of the footsteps, the heavy, deliberate tread of Alderman Silas Vane, and I...

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