The Distant Threshold

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The parchment lay on the cold stone table, its edges curling slightly in the damp air of the infirmary. It was a standard requisition form for grain, signed in the angular, bureaucratic script of Commander Vane, but Elias’s eyes were not on the numbers. They were fixed on the cage in the corner, where a grey wolf sat with its chin resting on its paws, watching him with an intelligence that felt...

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