The Distant Threshold

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The fire roared in the great hall of the North Gate, consuming oak logs that had been stacked for months. You sat at the long table, your hands wrapped around a mug of bitter ale, feeling the heat against your palms. Twenty years of service. Twenty years of patrolling the mist-choked highlands, of freezing fingers and aching joints, of keeping the peace in a borderland that cared nothing for...

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