The Distant Threshold

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The ink was still wet, glistening like a wound on the vellum, when Elias Thorne’s hand jerked, spattering a black tear across the ledger’s spine, a violent spasm of the palsy that had stolen the dexterity from his fingers three winters ago. He sat in the dim, suffocating heat of the vault, the air thick with the smell of rotting leather and the sharp, metallic tang of his own fear, listening to...

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