The Distant Threshold

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The obsidian was cold, a chill that bypassed the skin and settled directly into the marrow, and you held the frame with both hands, your fingers white-knuckled and trembling against the smooth, black surface that seemed to drink the dim light of the scriptorium. You are Elias, forty years old, an archivist of the Order of the Veil, and you have spent the last decade cataloguing the sins of the...

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