The Distant Threshold

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The key is warm. It pulses against the palm of your hand, a rhythm distinct from your own heartbeat, faster, more insistent. You are Elias Thorne, a border warden of forty-two years, and you are alone in the damp stone watchtower. The rain hammers the single pane of glass, blurring the grey expanse of the moor below into a smear of mud and mist. You want the letter. You need the final words of...

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