The Distant Threshold

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You walk. The gravel crunches under your boots. It is a steady rhythm. Left. Right. Left. Right. The path is narrow. It winds through the heath. The air is cold. It bites your face. You are seven years old. You carry a satchel. It is heavy. Inside is a book. It is thick. It is bound in blue leather. You do not know why it is so heavy. You only know you must carry it. The castle is ahead. It...

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