The Distant Threshold

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The knife slipped under the gristle of the lamb shoulder with a wet, final resistance, severing the tendon that held the muscle to the bone, and Elias Thorne did not look up as the meat separated into two heavy, steaming halves on the scarred oak table. He was fifty-two years old, a Border Warden of the Third District, and his hands, which had spent thirty years patrolling the grey, mist-choked...

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