The Distant Threshold

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The ink on the petition was still wet, glistening in the cold air of the throne room. "Can I speak with the Chancellor?" Elara asked, her voice steady despite the way her hands trembled against the parchment. The document listed the debts with surgical precision: forty pounds for the iron, twelve for the timber, and the crushing, indefinite sum for the labor of one Thomas Fairchild. She had...

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