The Distant Threshold

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The ink on the parchment was still wet, a dark, viscous smear that seemed to pulse with a life of its own, and you stood before the High Inquisitor’s desk, your hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had settled over the chamber. The air was thick with the scent of beeswax and old paper, a cloying sweetness that coated the back of your throat, and...

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