The Distant Threshold
Sefa Brandt had spent twenty years setting the broken bones of the horse clans, a toll in years of service that had left his knuckles swollen and his back permanently curved from the damp of the steppe. The journey to the ancestral estate was not for nostalgia, but to secure a grant that would fund his final thesis on the ghost dialects of the border towns, a work he believed would save the...
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