The Distant Threshold

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The chipped iron key sat in Elias Thorne’s palm, its surface rough and cold against the skin, vibrating with a frequency that matched the low, wet groan of the city walls. He was scrubbing the grime from the barracks floor when the black ink began to seep through the mortar, a slow, viscous bleed that marked the proximity of the Old Debt. Elias, forty-two, a Sergeant of the Guard with two...

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