The Distant Threshold

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You wake in the cart before the dawn has fully broken, the air thick with the smell of wet wool and old iron. The wheels are groaning, a low, rhythmic moan that seems to come from the bones of the earth itself, dragging you forward into a fog that clings to the landscape like a burial shroud. You are not a traveler by choice, but by compulsion, a scribe of the Crown whose ink-stained fingers...

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