The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-20 16:23:36 -

The road was red. Not like blood. Like rust. Like old iron. I walked. My boots crunched. The dust rose. It hung in the air. It tasted of ash. And salt. My name is Thomas. I carry a satchel. It is heavy. It is empty. I am leaving. I must leave. The Gate is ahead. It stands tall. Stone. Cold. It does not breathe. It does not blink. It waits. I stop. I breathe. My chest hurts. I think of Sarah....

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