The Distant Threshold

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The bell tolls. You hear it before you see the spire. It is a low, brass-throated sound that vibrates in the teeth. You stand on the cold stone of the courtyard. The air smells of damp moss and old iron. You are here to serve. You are not here to question. The palace rises above you, a skeleton of grey rock against a bruised sky. It has no windows that let out light. Only eyes. Hundreds of...

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