The Distant Journey

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The iron gauntlet was heavy. It weighed three pounds of cold, riveted steel, and Elias Thorne held it in his right hand, staring at the scratches that marred its surface like old scars. He was forty years old, and his knuckles were swollen, the skin pulled tight over bone that had long since forgotten how to rest. In the damp, stone-walled barracks of the garrison, the air tasted of mildew and...

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