The Distant Threshold

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The morning mist clung to the cobblestones of the Palace of White Stone with a tenacity that felt less like weather and more like a lingering breath held by the building itself, a humid, white shroud that erased the sharp edges of the world and blurred the line between the solid ground and the swirling, uncertain air above it. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the foot of the Grand Staircase, his...

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