The Distant Threshold

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The ink is already running. You watch it bleed through the parchment, not as a mistake, but as a slow, deliberate surrender. The letter is addressed to the Magistrate of the Hollow, a man whose name is spoken in whispers that taste like copper and old dust. You are not meant to read it. You are meant to deliver it, to be the hand that carries the judgment from the high spires of the Citadel to...

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