The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-19 13:35:53 -

The mirror in the guardroom did not reflect the room. It reflected a throne. I stood before it, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword, feeling the cold brass bite into my palm. The stone floor was slick with condensation, or perhaps sweat, though I was sure the air was still and dry. The silence was heavy, pressing against my eardrums like deep water. I was alone. Or so I believed. The...

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