The Distant Threshold
The carriage wheels bit into the frost-hardened earth of the approach road, grinding a rhythmic, metallic screech that seemed to shatter the heavy silence of the midnight court. Sir Aldric Thorne sat upright, his spine rigid against the velvet cushions, his eyes fixed on the towering silhouette of Blackwood Keep looming against a sky bruised with violet and black. The air inside the carriage...
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