The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-19 19:11:21 -

The rain had not ceased for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that erased the distinction between the mud of the valley floor and the stone of the cliff face above, so that I stood at the edge of the precipice, my boots sinking into the saturated earth, feeling the cold seep through the thick leather of my trousers, a chill that seemed to originate not in the air but in the marrow of my...

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