The Distant Threshold

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The morning fog clings to the valley floor like a wet shroud, obscuring the line where the earth meets the sky and leaving you suspended in a grey, breathless void that tastes of iron and old rain. You are standing on the edge of the precipice, your boots sinking into the sodden moss, and the weight of the rifle across your back feels less like a weapon and more like the spine of the beast you...

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