The Distant Threshold

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The threshold was not a line drawn in the dust but a membrane, a vibrating sheet of air that tasted of copper and old rain, and I stood before it with my hands still stained by the ink of the ledgers I had kept for forty years, a ledger of debts that no longer existed in the world of men but remained, heavy and black, in the marrow of my bones. I was Edmund Vane, a man who had spent his life...

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