The Distant Threshold

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The silver cufflinks pulsed against Elias Thorne’s palm, a rhythmic heat that matched the erratic thumping of his own heart. He stood in the cramped, coal-dusted barracks of the Ironworks, the air thick with the smell of wet wool and stale tobacco, and looked at the door where Colonel Halloway’s shadow fell long and thin. Elias was forty-two, a sergeant with twenty years of service and a debt...

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