The Distant Threshold

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The bell rang. It did not ring for the dead. It rang for the living, a harsh, brassy scream that tore the morning from the fog. You woke with your hand on the sword hilt. The wood was cold. Your breath was hot. You were in the square. The square was red. Who started it? You looked at the cobblestones. Blood pooled in the cracks. It looked like wine. It smelled like iron. You stood up. Your legs...

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