The Distant Threshold
The ledger held four hundred and twelve entries, each one a small, cold weight in the silt of the riverbank. Elias Thorne counted them with a finger that had long since lost its sensitivity to the damp, the ink blurring slightly where the mist from the Oakhaven water had settled on the page. He was there to secure the post, a border warden’s job that paid enough to keep his sister Elara from...
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