The Distant Threshold

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The heavy oak doors of the Magistrate’s manor groaned open, admitting a wave of roasted pheasant and the sharp, metallic tang of the Gray Fog that clung to the valley floor like a living thing. You stood in the center of the ballroom, your hands stiff at your sides, watching the candles flicker against the shadows that pooled in the corners. Elias Thorne, you reminded yourself, forty-two years...

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