The Distant Threshold

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The name was not spoken; it was carved into the air by a gesture so sharp it cut the fog. "Elias," the Elder intoned from the high stool, his voice dry as the parchment on his desk. "You have broken the seal of the grain store. Explain yourself." I did not speak. I could not. The silence was a physical thing, a heavy stone sitting in my throat, a rule I had made for myself and a curse I had...

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