The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-21 19:25:59 -

The gate did not rust. It did not rot. It stood in the mud like a tombstone of iron and oak, immovable against the centuries. "Is it there?" asked the boy, his voice thin in the cold air. "Always," said the Warden. He did not turn to look. He watched the horizon, where the mist clung to the earth like a shroud. "It waits." They were standing in the courtyard of the Keep. It was an old place,...

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