The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-22 05:25:45 -

The mud on the road to Blackwood Keep was not merely dirt and water but a living, sucking thing that seemed to know your name, a thick, cold paste that pulled at the boots of the traveler who walked with a heavy, rhythmic limp, dragging a body that felt less like flesh and more like a collection of broken stones held together by sheer, stubborn will. You are walking, you are always walking, and...

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