The Distant Threshold

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The mist in the borderlands did not behave like water; it behaved like a memory, thick and grey, clinging to the stone walls of the magistrate’s courtyard with a tenacity that defied the wind. Elias Thorne stood before the iron gate of his cell, the cold biting through his tunic, while Magistrate Halloway sat on the bench behind the glass, his face a mask of bureaucratic indifference. Elias was...

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