The Distant Threshold

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The blade had not killed him, but it had broken the mechanism of his survival, and Elias Thorne stood in the center of the throne room with his left hand hanging useless and white against his tunic, the fingers curled inward in a permanent, silent scream that no one else seemed to see. The assassin lay still on the marble floor, a dark stain spreading beneath his ribs, while King Aldous rose...

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