The Distant Threshold

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You leave with the sound of a bone breaking, a sharp, dry crack that echoes in the hollow of the room more than in the air. It is a Tuesday, though the calendar on the wall has stopped turning three months ago, its page frozen on a date that no longer exists. You are not a soldier, not in the way the uniform suggests, but you carry the weight of the badge like a stone sewn into the lining of...

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