The Distant Threshold

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The air in the Great Hall smelled of ozone and wet iron. Elias stood at the center of the marble floor. His hands shook. He gripped the hilt of his sword. The metal was cold. It bit into his skin. He did not let go. Around him, the Court of Shadows waited. They sat in high-backed chairs. Their faces were pale. Their eyes were empty. They watched him. They did not blink. Elias was the last...

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