The Distant Threshold

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that turned the stone walls of the Abbey into slick, breathing things. You stood in the guardroom, your hand resting on the cold hilt of your sword, feeling the vibration of the storm in your bones. It was a sensation you had come to know well in these final weeks, a low hum that preceded the breaking of things. "Are you...

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