The Distant Threshold

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The iron gate groaned like a dying man as it swung open, revealing the courtyard of the Keep where the air tasted of copper and wet stone. I stood there, my left hand trembling against the cold metal of the railing, the pain a sharp, familiar thread stitching my consciousness to the physical world. It was a bad hand, they called it in the village below, a hand that had done too much work for a...

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