The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it was extracted from the sky by a force of absolute, mechanical violence, hammering against the stained glass of the High Chancellery until the ancient panes groaned in a frequency that vibrated in the marrow of Marcus Thorne’s bones. He stood in the center of the Obsidian Hall, a space so vast that the chandeliers above seemed like suspended stars in a void,...

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