The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-17 15:00:06 -

He woke with a taste of iron in his mouth. The dream was gone. Only the cold remained. It sat on his chest like a stone. He was in the forest. The trees were black against a gray sky. Rain. It had been raining for days. His boots were heavy. They were full of mud. He pulled them off. The leather groaned. He looked at his hands. They were red. Not with dirt. With blood. He wiped them on his...

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