The Distant Threshold

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The rain slicks the cobblestones of Oakhaven. You walk. Your boots are wet. Your heart is dry. You carry a bag. Inside the bag is a scale. It is a brass thing. Cold. It hums. You bought it from a woman who smelled of lavender and rot. She said it measures truth. She said nothing else. You trust her. You do not know why. You are in the city of Ash. It is a place of stone and shadow. The...

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