The Distant Threshold

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The ink was dry. I looked at it. It was black. It was permanent. My name was carved into the parchment. I held the sheet. My hands shook. Not from fear. From weight. The parchment was heavy. Heavier than paper should be. It felt like stone. I was a constable. A minor one. I worked in the lower ward. I dealt with debts. I dealt with disputes. I did not deal with kings. But the king was here. Or...

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