The Distant Threshold

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The rain fell on the black stone. It did not stop. I stood at the gate of the keep. The iron was cold. It bit into my hands. I waited for the signal. The night was thick. It smelled of wet earth and old blood. I am a man who has walked this path before. I know the weight of the sword. I know the taste of fear. But tonight felt different. The air was still. The trees held their breath. I looked...

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