The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-19 06:14:31 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the red clay of the valley into a slick, breathing mirror that reflected the gray, swollen sky. You walked with your left hand resting lightly on the hilt of your sword, not because you expected an attack, but because the weight of the steel was the only thing keeping your thoughts from scattering into the mist. The road wound upward through the...

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