The Distant Threshold

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The rusted iron key bit into the meat of Aldric’s palm, its teeth digging in as the mud of the courtyard sucked at his boots. It was the year 1342, and the light was the thin, gray thing of late afternoon, filtering through the shattered roof of the castle keep to illuminate the dust that hung in the stagnant air. Aldric was forty years old, a knight whose joints screamed in protest with every...

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