The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-20 21:26:44 -

You are bleeding. The red is bright. It is warm. It smells of iron and old copper. It runs from your temple, past your ear, down your neck. You do not feel pain. You feel only a strange, hollow lightness, as if your bones have been replaced with ash. You are in the Hall of Whispers. It is a place that should not exist. The walls are made of black stone, slick with moisture. The air is thick,...

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