The Distant Threshold

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The jar is warm against your palm, a heat that seeps through the leather of your glove and settles into the bone of your wrist. You are running. The mud of the King’s road is thick, sucking at the leather soles of your boots, and the dawn is a bruise of purple and grey hanging low over the treeline. In your other hand, you grip the iron key to the Abbot’s gate, the metal cold and biting. You...

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