The Distant Threshold

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The seal broke. It was a small sound. A snap, like a knuckle cracking. I looked up from my maps. The wax was red. It had been red for three days. Now it was black. "Did you hear that?" I asked. Old Silas didn't look up. He was sharpening a quill. The wood shavings curled on his desk. "Hear what, Captain?" "The seal. On the letter from the King." Silas shrugged. "Wax is wax. It dries. It cracks....

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