The Distant Threshold

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Eamon. The name is dragged out of the fog by a voice that sounds like gravel under a boot. You are standing on the edge of the northern pass, the wind tearing at the hem of your wool coat, and you know that voice. It is Colonel Halloway. He does not shout. He never shouts. He simply projects his authority into the silence, a steady, bureaucratic weight that presses against your chest. You hold...

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