The Distant Threshold

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The rain fell in sheets. It drummed against the carriage windows. The city blurred. Gray. Wet. Cold. Elara held her breath. She was twelve. Her knees knocked together. A detective’s hat sat on the front seat. It was empty. The driver did not look back. They were going to the Palace. Not the royal palace. No. This was a different kind of throne room. The headquarters of the Grand Order. A...

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