The Distant Threshold

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The morning air in the Keep of St. Jude’s hung heavy with the scent of damp stone and dried lavender, a pungent perfume that seemed to cling to the wool of Professor Arthur Penhaligon’s robes. He stood before the great arched window, his back to the bustling courtyard below, where the students moved in clusters like dark birds seeking shelter from the impending rain. Arthur was a man of precise...

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