The Distant Threshold

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The first thing he noticed was the smell of wet iron, sharp and metallic, cutting through the thick, cloying scent of rotting pine needles that coated the ground beneath his boots. Elias Thorne was not a man who enjoyed the quiet, yet here he was, standing at the edge of the treeline, his chest heaving in a rhythm that felt less like breathing and more like the frantic, desperate flutter of a...

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