The Distant Threshold

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The iron gate groaned. It was a sound like a dying man clearing his throat. You pushed it open. The hinges wept rust onto the flagstones. The wind in the yew trees was a cold hand on your neck. You were tired. Your bones ached with the damp. The castle stood before you, a jagged tooth against the gray sky. It had always looked like that. A beast waiting to be fed. You climbed the steps. Your...

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