The Distant Threshold

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, icy sheet that turned the cobblestones of the old city into a slick, treacherous mirror of the sky, and I stood at the edge of the Blackfriars estate, watching the iron gates groan under the weight of the storm, knowing that the winter solstice was less than forty-eight hours away and that the Obsidian Mirror, shattered into seven jagged...

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