The Distant Threshold

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The iron plate in your hand is hot, not from the fire, but from the friction of the blade against the gristle. You are holding a shank of beef, the meat trembling slightly under the weight of your grip. The kitchen of the magistrate’s house smells of rendered fat and damp wool, a scent that has seeped into the stone walls over generations. You are not a cook. You are the Constable’s deputy, a...

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