The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-18 10:36:40 -

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, oily curtain that smudged the gaslight into weeping halos of amber and grey across the cobblestones of the city, a metropolis that breathed steam and sorrow in equal measure, where the air tasted of coal smoke and rotting fruit, and where I, Captain Elias Thorne, walked with the weight of my uniform pressing down upon my shoulders like a...

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