The Distant Threshold
Chapter One The sleet had stopped, but the cold remained, a physical weight that pressed against the server room’s damp stone walls. I remember the silence of the river first, that sudden, absolute cessation of sound that meant the ice had taken hold. It was the year of the rationed loyalty, when the fortress colony demanded more from its subjects than their labor could supply. I was...
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