The Distant Threshold

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The quill snapped in Thomas’s hand, ink spraying across the parchment like a dark wound. He did not flinch. He looked up at the High Inquisitor, a man whose smile was as thin and fragile as the candlelight in the chamber. "My brother is innocent," Thomas said, his voice steady despite the hammering of his heart. "You know this. The Wall knows this." The Inquisitor, Aldous Vane, chuckled. It was...

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