The Distant Threshold
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the courtyard into slick mirrors reflecting the low, oppressive sky. I stood at the edge of the terrace, my hands tucked deep into the pockets of my coat, watching a single crow circle above the highest spire of the palace. It was a small bird, insignificant against the vastness of the stone...
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