The Distant Threshold
The iron greaves I wore were not merely armor but an extension of my own bone structure, a calcified exoskeleton that had fused with my flesh so thoroughly over the decades of service that I could no longer distinguish where the steel ended and the man began, a metallic symbiosis that hummed with the low, resonant frequency of the village’s collective anxiety as I stood in the center of the...
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