The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-22 05:33:22 -

The mist hangs low over the Fen, a white shroud that swallows the horizon and erases the boundary between the earth and the sky. You walk, as you have walked for three days, your boots sinking into the black, sucking mud that clings to your ankles like the fingers of the dead. The air is thick with the smell of peat and rot, a scent that has settled into your clothes, your hair, the very pores...

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