The Distant Threshold

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The elders called your name from the ridge, a sound that carried the weight of wet slate, and you felt it settle in your marrow before the words fully formed. "Elias," High Priest Corvus intoned, his voice thinning against the rising wind, "your hands are stained, and the stone rejects the stained." You stood on the ramparts of the gate, the chisel in your grip cold and slick with sweat, while...

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