The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-18 06:53:09 -

The rain fell in sheets of silver, turning the cobblestones of the lower court into mirrors that reflected nothing but the grey sky and my own trembling hands. I stood before the Obsidian Gate, the air thick with the scent of wet stone and old blood. This was the hour of the Unveiling, when the secrets of the House of Vane were weighed against the soul of their keeper. I was that keeper. I was...

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