The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-17 12:50:04 -

The frost has not yet broken on the cobbles of the square, and the air tastes of iron and old ash, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat as you stand before the heavy oak doors of the Magistrate’s hall, your fingers numb not from the cold but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that has grown up around you like a living thing, a wall of stone and suspicion that has...

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