The Distant Threshold

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The ledger was wet. That was the first wrong thing. Elias Thorne held the book against his chest, feeling the damp leather seep through the wool of his tunic, but the pages inside were dry, stiff as parchment. He stood in the mud of the borderlands, the rain a cold sheet over his face, and looked back at the smoke rising from the village. Three days had passed since the massacre, yet the smell...

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