The Distant Threshold

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The shard in my left hand was cold enough to burn. It was a sliver of the Obsidian Lens, jagged and black, catching the low, amber light of the Undercroft. I held it up, turning it slowly, watching the light fracture through the glass. The other fragments lay on the stone floor before me, scattered like teeth from a jaw. The library around me was silent, save for the hum of the ventilation...

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