The Distant Threshold

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The rain had ceased its weeping against the stone, leaving the world washed in a grey, suspended silence that felt less like peace and more like the held breath before a scream. I stood at the head of the line in the muddy courtyard of Ashworth Keep, my boots sinking into the churned earth with a squelch that seemed absurdly loud in the quiet. To my left, Thomas, my younger brother, stood with...

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