The Distant Threshold

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The mist did not rise so much as it exhaled, a slow, gray breath that swallowed the moorland whole, erasing the distinction between the heather and the sky, between the living earth and the void above it. In this damp, timeless expanse, where the wind carried the scent of wet iron and ancient decay, young Arthur sat alone, his knees drawn to his chest, his fingers tracing the rough, pitted bark...

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