The Distant Threshold
You stand at the edge of the world, or so it feels, trapped within the suffocating embrace of the stone walls that have held your breath for a century, the air thick with the scent of damp moss and the metallic tang of old blood that seeps from the mortar, and you are speaking to the shadow that has grown legs, a shadow that whispers of a door that does not exist, a door that opens only to the...
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