The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-18 14:35:45 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of the village square into a slick, mirrored abyss reflecting the hollow eyes of the stone houses. I stood at the threshold of the old manor, my boots squelching in the mud that had long since given up trying to hold its shape, and I watched the gatekeeper, a man named Silas whose skin seemed to...

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