The Distant Threshold

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The first thing I noticed was the sound of the ice cracking under my feet, a sharp, brittle whisper that seemed to travel up through the soles of my boots and settle directly in the marrow of my shin. It was a cold so absolute it had its own weight, a physical pressure against the chest that made every breath feel like an act of theft. I stood on the edge of the frozen reservoir in Millhaven, a...

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