The Distant Threshold

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The bell that rang out across the ash-grey plain did not toll in rhythm, but in a chaotic, shattering burst that sounded less like a summons and more like the snapping of a bone. You stood at the edge of the cliff, the wind tearing at your tunic, watching the mist below swallow the village of Oakhaven whole. It had been a week since the last census, a week since the ink on the ledger had dried,...

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