The Distant Threshold

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The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of wet slate and the sound of a single, sustained note from a horn that had no player. Kaelen woke with his fingers digging into the damp earth of the cellar, the cold seeping through the wool of his tunic, but his mind remained tethered to the vision. He saw the valley, a place that existed only in the creases of his memory and the whispers of...

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