The Distant Threshold

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The rain has been falling for three days, a thick, grey curtain that erases the boundary between the stone walls of the palace and the mist outside, and you stand in the center of the Great Hall, your hands trembling not from the cold but from the terrible, electric weight of the seal that rests in your palms, a jagged piece of obsidian carved into the shape of a broken crown, which is the only...

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