The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-22 22:10:00 -

The ledger was wet. Rain had soaked the leather cover, swelling the spine until the clasp cracked, and the pages inside stuck together in damp, brown clumps. Elara held it against her chest, shielding it from the driving sleet that lashed the courtyard of Harrowgate Manor. The stones were slick with mud and the runoff from the eaves, a dark slurry that sucked at her boots with every step. She...

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