The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-20 18:17:37 -

The spear breaks. You feel it snap in your hand. The wood splinters. It flies from your grip. You are on your knees. The mud is cold. It sucks at your boots. The wolf is dead. It lies in the snow. Its ribs show. The bone is white. You look at your hand. There is a cut. It bleeds. The blood is red. It mixes with the mud. You are a keeper. You serve the King. You keep the peace in the dark woods....

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