The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-23 06:46:20 -

The fog was bleeding from my eyes before I even reached the square. I wiped it away with a rough thumb, the red smearing across the grey wool of my sleeve, but the fluid kept coming, hot and metallic. It was November, 1893, and the highlands of the Scottish border were closing in for the winter. I was Silas Vane, a border warden of twenty years, and I was branded a traitor. The town council had...

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