The Distant Threshold

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The letter lay on the table, its edges curled from the damp air of the carriage. Elias Thorne read the summons three times, the ink blurring slightly as the Grey Mist pressed against the window pane. He was to report to Blackwood Outpost within the week to assume the post of Border Warden. The pay was modest, but the pension was secure. That was all that mattered to a man of forty-two who had...

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