The Distant Threshold

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Thorne. The name was not a question. It was a command, stripped of all courtesy, barked by the wind that howled through the black stone archway. Elias Thorne did not flinch. He was forty-two years old, a sergeant of the King’s Guard, and his spine had been straightened by iron discipline and the memory of a hundred battles. He stood before the Citadel of Aethelgard, a structure of obsidian and...

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