The Distant Threshold

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The gate was iron. Black and rusted. It smelled of blood. "I am the Judge," said the man behind the bars. His face was pale. White as bone. "You are the thief." I did not speak. I could not. My throat was dry. My tongue was thick. I looked at my hands. They were bound. Rope was tight. It bit into skin. "I took nothing," I whispered. The Judge laughed. It was a dry sound. Like leaves. "We all...

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