The Distant Threshold

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Silas, bring the bread. The summons came from the Chancellor’s mouth, a dry, papery crack that cut through the humid air of the Great Hall, where the oil lamps burned low and yellow against the encroaching dusk. I stood before the table, my hands trembling not from fear but from the specific, grinding exhaustion of a man who has spent forty-two years measuring out death in teaspoons, and I...

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