The Distant Threshold

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The frost had already claimed the windows of the carriage, turning the glass into a web of crystalline fractures that mirrored the jagged, broken heart you carried against your ribs. You are Elias Vane, a man whose hands are stained not with ink or blood, but with the indigo and gold of the dyed silks he has spent his life weaving, and you are driving away from the only place that ever knew the...

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