The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-20 18:12:44 -

The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, turning the cobblestones of the old town into a mirror that reflected nothing but the grey sky and the blood of the fallen. I stood with my back against the damp stone of the cathedral wall, my breath coming in short, sharp bursts that misted in the air. In my hand, I gripped the iron-bound ledger, its cover slick with rain and something darker. It...

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