The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-17 22:47:53 -

The pill was a small, oblong thing, pale as a winter moon and smooth as a river stone, and it sat in the palm of my hand with a weight that seemed to displace the air around it. I had been holding it for three days, or perhaps three months, for time in the city of Aethelgard had lost its rigid architecture and flowed like mercury through the cracks of the cobblestones. I am Thomas Bradshaw, a...

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