The Distant Threshold

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The ink on the ledger was still wet when the Master struck the table, the sound a sharp crack that split the silence of the scriptorium like a bone breaking in a quiet room. I stood with my quill suspended in mid-air, the feather trembling not from fear but from the sheer, visceral weight of the accusation hanging in the air, a heavy, suffocating thing that pressed against my chest and stole...

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