The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-19 07:07:01 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the lower district into a slick, reflective mirror that captured the dying light of the gas lamps and the heavy, brooding silhouette of the Citadel, a structure of black stone and iron that seemed to grow out of the earth rather than being built upon it. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the edge of the precipice, his boots caked in...

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