The Distant Threshold

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The banquet hall of the Ministry of Cultural Preservation was a cavern of cold marble and expensive silence. Chandeliers hung like frozen explosions of light, casting sharp shadows on the faces of the men and women in their suits. Clara Vane stood by the wall, holding a glass of champagne she had not touched. Her eyes were fixed on the centerpiece. It was not a floral arrangement. It was a...

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