The Distant Threshold

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You walk. The mud sucks at your boots. It is heavy. Wet. Cold. You do not stop. You cannot stop. The path is narrow. It cuts through the heath. The wind screams. It sounds like a warning. Or a promise. You do not know which. Your hand rests on the hilt of your sword. The leather is worn smooth. Thin. Almost translucent. You have held this grip for years. Decades. The metal is cold against your...

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