The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-19 07:23:18 -

The rain fell upon the slate roof of the watchtower with a rhythmic, hollow persistence, a sound that had become so intrinsic to Silas’s breathing that he could no longer distinguish the cadence of his own lungs from the drumming of the storm against the ancient stones. He stood at the parapet, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had not seen blood in three years, watching the mist...

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