The Distant Threshold
The sky tore open above the valley of Keth, bleeding a light that was not sunlight but something older, a pale, cold fire that turned the grass to ash before it even touched the ground. You were standing at the edge of the cliff, your boots caked in the mud of a journey that had lasted years, perhaps decades, time having lost its shape in this place. You were Elias, a man who had left the...
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