The Distant Threshold

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The banquet hall of the Ministry of Records did not smell of roasted meats or spiced wine, but of dry paper, dust, and the faint, metallic tang of old iron, a scent that Elias Thorne had inhaled so deeply over twenty years of service that it had become indistinguishable from his own blood. It was a night of celebration, the annual convocation where the senior archivists gathered to seal the...

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