The Distant Threshold

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The gate stood at the edge of the fog. It was not wood. It was not stone. It was a vertical slice of silence, humming with a low, tectonic groan that vibrated in the teeth. Elias stood before it. His uniform was torn at the shoulder. The fabric was dark with blood that was not his. He held the Key. It was heavy. It was cold. It burned. He had walked for three days. The landscape had shifted....

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