The Distant Threshold

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The parchment lay on the oak table, the wax seal broken by my own thumb, the ink still wet as if the scribe had only just stepped away. It was a summons from the King’s physician, dated the third of November, ordering me to present my left hand for inspection before the Winter Court convenes. I read it twice, the words blurring in the damp air of the antechamber, and then I folded it into my...

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