The Distant Threshold

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The mortar was cool and gritty beneath Elara’s fingernails, a sensation that had become as familiar to her as the ache in her own joints, a dull, persistent drumming that marked the passage of years in a body that no longer remembered how to rest. She stood in the center of the circular stone floor of the Old Quarter, the air thick with the scent of wet limestone and the faint, cloying...

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