The Distant Threshold

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The rain in the courtyard of Blackwood Keep did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain that smelled of wet stone and old iron. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the center of the mud, his boots sinking slightly with every shift of his weight, while the Duke of Vane sat behind the high table, his face a mask of dry, ancient indifference. Elias’s hand rested on the hilt of the ancestral sword, a...

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