The Distant Threshold

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The seal is still wet. You hold it in your palm, the wax cool and tacky, a heavy, crimson disc that feels less like an object and more like a living thing, a pulsing heart of vermillion pressed into the thick, parchment-like skin of the document. You are in the library, a vaulted chamber of stone and shadow where the air tastes of dust and old ink. The only light comes from a single, sputtering...

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