The Distant Threshold

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The summons came not as a shout but as a low, droning hum in the back of your skull, a vibration that traveled up the stone floor of the barracks and settled in your teeth. You were Elias Thorne, and you knew the sound because you had been summoned by it for twelve years, ever since the border of Oakhaven had been drawn in ink and blood. You wiped your hands on your trousers, the coarse wool...

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