The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-23 22:36:10 -

The frost bit into the knuckles of your hands, a sharp, white pain that mirrored the blood coughing up into Thomas’s mouth. You watched the child, your son, twelve years old and already hollowed out by the wasting sickness, as he fell to his knees in the dust of the Barrens. The Council of Roots had stripped your license three days prior, declaring your magic a blight on the harvest, a...

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