The Distant Threshold

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The ink was already bleeding into the parchment when Elara’s hand stopped shaking. It was not the cold that made her tremble, though the air in the scriptorium was sharp enough to bite the skin from her knuckles, nor was it the fear of the Inquisitor’s shadow stretching across the flagstones. It was the smell. A scent like burnt sugar and wet earth, thick and cloying, rising from the vial she...

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