The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-19 03:40:02 -

The wind cut through the valley like a blade. It was cold. The kind of cold that bites the bone. Silas walked. His boots crunched on the frozen mud. He kept his head down. He kept his eyes on the path. Behind him, the world was gone. Or so it seemed. The road stretched out, gray and endless. It led to the old observatory. Or what was left of it. He had walked for three days. No sleep. No food....

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