The Distant Threshold

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"Stop talking about the bearing." The words snapped in the cold air, sharp as a cracked whip. Elias Vane flinched, his fingers tightening around the leather satchel at his hip. The mud of the Blackwood Pass sucked at his boots with a wet, heavy sound, each step a small, laborious negotiation with the earth. He was thirty-two, though the hollows under his eyes made him look older, a man carved...

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