The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey veil that blurred the distinction between the stone walls of the Inquisitor’s office and the damp, rotting earth outside. Elara Vane stood in the center of the room, her back to the door, holding the object in question with the careful, detached reverence of a surgeon examining a tumor. It was a thimble. Not a jeweled heirloom, nor a...

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