The Distant Threshold

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The road does not end. It simply thins, like a wire pulled taut until it sings a high, invisible note before snapping into the mist. You are walking. You have been walking for days, or perhaps centuries. Time here is not a river but a stagnant pool, deep and black, reflecting a sky that has forgotten the sun. You carry your lantern. It is not a lamp of oil and glass, but a cage of iron holding...

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