The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, grey veil that smelled of wet wool and old iron, clinging to the stone walls of the keep where the silence had a weight that could crush a man’s lungs if he stood still for too long. I sat in the corner of the guardroom, my back against the cold draft that seeped through the cracks in the mortar, watching the water drip from the...

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