The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-21 21:31:03 -

The lantern sat on the table. It was iron. It was cold. He watched it. The wax had hardened. The wick was black. He touched the glass. It was still warm. He pulled his hand back. The heat bit him. Elias stood in the center of the room. The walls were thick. Stone. Old stone. It smelled of damp and dust. And old blood. He was a Guard of the Order. He wore the grey tunic. It was tight at the...

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