The Distant Threshold

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The cup broke. It was a small thing. A chipped rim. A hairline fracture running down the side. I held it in my hands. It felt cold. It felt dead. I am not human. I have never been human. I am a thing of the court. I am the shadow in the corner. I am the whisper in the hall. The King looked at me. He did not see me. He saw the cup. "Who broke it?" he asked. His voice was loud. It shook the dust...

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