The Distant Threshold

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The hand is gone. Not severed, not broken, but simply absent from the ledger of your body. You look down at the sleeve of your uniform, the wool grey and dusty, and see only the empty cuff. The air in the Threshold is thick, viscous, tasting of copper and old rain. It is a place that exists between the beat of your heart and the silence after it. You stand here, a soldier without a limb, in a...

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