The Distant Threshold

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The obsidian seal was heavy, a dense black disc that felt less like stone and more like a cold weight pulled from a riverbed. Elias held it in his left hand, turning it over to check the hairline fracture running through its center, while his right hand wiped sweat from his forehead onto the rough wool of his tunic. In the cramped scriptorium, the air smelled of dried oak gall and old...

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