The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-21 12:15:39 -

The iron mask tasted of rust and old blood. It was a weight that sat upon Silas Vane’s face like a second skull, heavy and suffocating. He could not blink, for the leather straps cut too tightly across his temples. He could only see the world through two narrow slits, a tunnel of gray light where the cobblestones of the Undercity stretched out in a jagged, wet grid. The rain had started an hour...

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