The Distant Threshold

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The rain falls like a judgment. It hammers the cobblestones of Highgate, turning the ancient stone into a slick, weeping mask. You stand at the head of the line, your sword raised, the steel trembling not from cold but from the sheer, crushing weight of what is coming. This is the third time. Or the third thousand. The numbers blur. The cycle turns, and you are the pivot upon which it grinds....

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