The Distant Threshold

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The fog in Vael did not roll in; it sat, a thick, grey wool pressed against the windows of the city, muffling the sound of the bells and the cry of the gulls. Elias Thorne stood in the alley behind the fish market, his breath a pale ribbon in the cold, holding a shard of obsidian in his left hand. It was jagged, black as a bruise, and it hummed against his palm with a frequency that made his...

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