The Distant Threshold

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The rain does not fall here, it hangs, a suspended breath of iron and rust that has waited three centuries for a lung to draw it in, and you stand beneath the eaves of the stone keep, your hand wrapped around the hilt of a sword that feels less like steel and more like a cold, living thing, its edge worn thin by the weight of a thousand unspoken oaths, while the mist outside swallows the...

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