The Distant Threshold

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The mirror in the Great Hall of the Obsidian Palace did not reflect the room, it swallowed it, a deep, breathing void that held the trembling image of my left hand, which was not my hand, but the hand of the King who sat upon the Throne of Glass, and as I stood there, the air thick with the scent of burnt cinnamon and old blood, I watched my fingers, the fingers of the common clerk, the scribe...

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