The Distant Threshold
The carriage rattles over the cobblestones, a sound like bones grinding together in the dark, and you hold the glass jar tight against your chest, your knuckles white, your breath fogging the cold air of the compartment. You are leaving the university, or rather, being expelled from it, though the official letter used the word dismissal and the tone of the headmaster’s voice during your final...
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