The Distant Threshold

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The iron smell of the forge hung in the air, thick and metallic, tasting of old blood and wet coal, and it was here, in the suffocating heat of the lower foundry where the gears ground against one another with a shriek that sounded like the world ending, that Maud first saw the letter on the stone table. It was not paper, not exactly, but something pale and fibrous, like dried skin or perhaps...

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