The Distant Threshold

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The parchment lies flat on the oak table, its edges curling slightly in the damp air of the keep, the wax seal cracked and red as a fresh wound. You read the words twice, the ink black and sharp, ordering the execution of the village of Blackwood for a crime of treason they did not commit. Your hand, thickened by twenty years of gripping hilt and pommel, trembles as you sign the countermand, a...

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