The Distant Threshold

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The road was not a road. It was a vein of white stone pulsing under the heavy, grey sky. You walked. Your boots were wet. The mud sucked at your heels, reluctant to let go. Behind you, the gates of the Iron Citadel had closed. They clanged like a coffin lid. You did not look back. You could not. You are a prisoner. Not of the body, though the chains are heavy on your wrists. You are a prisoner...

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