The Distant Threshold

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The ink on your ledger is still wet, a black mirror that reflects not the numbers but the face of the man who will collect the debt, and you are already losing the argument before the first word is spoken. You sit in the back of the apothecary, the air thick with the scent of dried lavender and the metallic tang of fear, while the man named Silas stands by the window, his shadow stretching...

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