The Distant Threshold

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The dream began not with sound, but with the taste of iron on the tongue, a sharp, metallic tang that tasted of old blood and wet stone. In the dream, the town of Oakhaven was not the quiet, moss-draped place it had been for three hundred years, but a cage of black iron bars stretching up into a sky that churned like a bruise. Elara stood in the center of the square, her hands bound by chains...

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