The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-17 11:30:18 -

The fog clings to the stone walls of the tower. It is a living thing. It breathes against your skin. You are here. You have always been here. The air tastes of iron and wet ash. You do not blink. Blinking is a weakness. Blinking lets the dark in. The dark is already inside. It sits in your chest. It wears your face. Outside, the bells toll. They sound like breaking bones. The war is close. You...

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