The Distant Threshold

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The hall was a mouth of stone, open and hungry. Elias stood at the threshold. He held a key. It was iron, cold and heavy, biting into the palm of his hand. The key did not belong to him. It belonged to the Crown. Or perhaps it belonged to the silence that had swallowed the King. The air smelled of wet wool and old blood. It smelled of the end of things. He was a clerk. A man of ink and paper....

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