The Distant Threshold

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The iron gate of the Citadel did not creak; it groaned, a low, tectonic sound that seemed to rise from the bedrock of the earth itself. Seraphina stood before it, her hands resting on the cold metal, feeling the vibration travel up her forearms and settle in her chest like a second, heavier heart. She was a warrior of the old guard, her body a map of scars that told the story of a hundred...

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