The Distant Threshold
The wool of your coat is already half-gone, a grey ash that flakes from the shoulders onto the mud of the border checkpoint as you press your thumb against the trigger guard. You are Sergeant Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, and you have been waiting for six hours in the damp cold to arrest Kael Vane, the smuggler who has been bleeding the local economy dry with stolen timber and contraband...
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