The Distant Threshold

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The mud was thick and cold, sucking at my boots with a wet, relentless hiss. I stood in the center of the village square, my chest heaving, the taste of copper and dust heavy on my tongue. Around me, the bodies of the insurgents lay still, their blood mixing with the rain that had just begun to fall. But I was not there for the dead. I was there for the mark. A small, intricate symbol, carved...

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