The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-19 07:23:20 -

The rain has not stopped for forty days. It falls upon the grey stone of the Old Hall like a fine, grey powder, eroding the mortar, softening the edges of the world until the boundaries between the living and the dead become merely a matter of temperature. You are the Warden of the Keep, a title that sounds grand in the old songs but is, in practice, a sentence of poverty and solitude. Your...

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