The Distant Threshold
The fog that rolls in from the jagged coastline does not merely obscure the world; it erases it, swallowing the gray stone ramparts and the black iron gates of the fortress until you are left suspended in a void of damp wool and cold silence, a feeling that has settled into your marrow over the last three decades of service as a sentinel of the borderlands where the old wars never truly ended...
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