The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-20 09:18:14 -

The brass of the compass lay cold against my palm, a heavy, circular eye that had not blinked since the war in the North, and I watched the dust motes dance in the shafts of afternoon light that cut through the high, arched windows of the Guildhall, illuminating the intricate, ancient woodwork of the desk where I sat, a sentinel of order in a city that was slowly, inevitably, forgetting how to...

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