The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-19 21:05:17 -

The dream was wet. It tasted of iron and old rain. Caelen woke with the taste still on his tongue, a metallic tang that coated his teeth. He lay in the stone chamber, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and woodsmoke. Outside, the wind howled against the high windows of the keep. It was a sound like something dying. He sat up. His body felt heavy, as if filled with lead. The armor was...

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