The Distant Threshold

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a steady, hollow rhythm against the stained glass of the Grand Hall, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones. I stood before the High Chancellor, a figure carved from stone and silence, while he inspected the uniform I had worn for forty years. The fabric was dark wool, once the deep, dignified blue of the Order, now faded to...

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