The Distant Threshold
The candle in the hollow of the wall guttered and died, leaving only the pale, bruised light of the moon to filter through the high, narrow windows of the High Keep, and it was in that sudden, absolute silence that Elara realized her hand was trembling, not from the cold which bit at her fingers through the thin wool of her sleeves, but from the terrible, heavy weight of the truth that had...
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