The Distant Threshold

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The rain falls with a persistent, rhythmic patience that soaks into the cobblestones of the narrow alley, turning the ancient stone into a slick, weeping mirror that reflects nothing but the grey, bruised sky above. You stand beneath the eaves of the old watchtower, your fingers wrapped tightly around the hilt of your sword, the leather grip worn smooth by years of service and the heavy,...

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