The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-20 02:08:30 -

The feast hall of Oakhaven smelled of roasted goose, damp wool, and the metallic tang of fear that clung to the stone walls like a persistent fog. It was a night of high celebration, the kind where the townsfolk drank until their eyes glazed over and their tongues loosened into a slurry of accusations and half-truths, and in the center of it all sat Silas, the Keeper of the Verdant Gate, a man...

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