The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-19 23:20:43 -

The rain fell upon the cobblestones of the ancient, walled city of Aethelgard not as water, but as a fine, silver dust that settled into the cracks of the masonry and the folds of the travelers' cloaks, carrying with it a scent of ozone and old, dried sage that permeated the very air, making each breath a small, deliberate act of inhalation into a world that had long since forgotten the...

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